Feat. Alejandro

AUTHORS NOTE:

Potential trigger warning. This episode contains dubious consent, and rough sex. Reminder that this is a work of fiction and not a guide on how to conduct a BDSM relationship with anyone. Always talk to your partner so that you both understand each other’s limits. Always ask for consent.

Tags:
NSFW, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent

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My cock throbbed under my skirt.

Irene gushed under my touch.

As my fingers played across the swell of her labia, covered only by the barest hint of cotton, I sucked the lobe of her ear between my teeth and bit. She tasted like sweet cream garnished with rock salt. I didn’t even mind the metallic burn of the small, silver, stud, piercing her ear. I flicked my tongue against the tip of her before letting her slide from between my teeth as I licked up the length of her ear, lobe to helix. My tongue twisted itself into the niche of her canal, probing while my fingers found the center of her pleasure between her legs. She moaned, a long, low, trill, and I pressed my advantage, letting my free hand drop down her shoulder to slide across the swell of her breast.

I squeezed. Hard.

“Ahh! M-Miss Perez…!” She winced, gasping as I mauled her chest. Her hand slapped down onto my thigh, fingers denting my flesh as she clamped down around my muscle.

“Señora,” I corrected, “Please. I insist…” I kissed her cheek, grinning as the soft hairs across her skin tickled my lips.

I was far too eager to play with my new toy, to assert my dominance over her. Tilting my hips, I shifted enough that the tip of my sex pressed against the side of her hand, and flexed, nearly dislodging her grip with the strength of my member. Her gaze caught on the outline of the monster under my skirt as she whimpered, her breath hitching in her throat.

Lost to my desires, my fingers slipped beneath the cotton that covered her, glancing across her wet lips as I wrapped my fist around the thin fabric, and yanked hard, ripping the scanties clean off her body. Her hips jerked and her eyes shot to mine, utterly shocked at my casual display of strength.

Her red lips glistened invitingly. I took them against mine, no longer able to deny my hunger for her. My tongue forced itself between her struggling lips, dominating her mouth as pleasure mewled from my throat. I was like a wild cougar taking the first bite of its prey, finally tasting the quality of its kill, and it was pleased. I was pleased… I wiped the cushions behind Irene clear, pushing her down against the supple, cream leather as I ripped open my blouse, the last few buttons popping clean off. Our breasts flattened against one another as I claimed her red lips anew, our colors mingling while I stole the soul from her body.

This was it… This was what I needed, what I’d been depriving myself of. Total domination of a willing sacrifice. Irene’s body was caught in my clutches, ripe, ready to use, and I was going to make sure I enjoyed every last minute of it. I took the little angel on my shoulder whispering frantically in my ear, and stuffed it in a box, locking the lid tight.

The devil on my back whooped as I tore the shirt from Irene’s body.

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Alejandro sat at his usual spot on the veranda, watching the setting sun with a glass of wine swirling in his hand. It had been a long day, a long week. But it was over now. He’d sent home the staff and let Eduardo off early. Now he could relax and listen to the yellow-breasted chats call to one another. They favored the thicket around the stream at the bottom of the hill. To most, it sounded like harsh cicadas, grating on the ear. Alejandro though, thought it was beautiful.

He took a sip from his glass of Crush Malbec, Sandra’s ‘Perez Branded’ wine, a call back to a time twenty years prior when Sandra had bought a winery for her lover. While she normally drank a chardonnay, Sandra always made sure to stock her casa with Crush. Alejandro enjoyed it. And Sandra didn’t mind the dusty bottles seeing some use. So he drank, a happy buzz settling over his senses.

At least until the gate chime went off…

Alejandro hesitated, waiting, just to be sure it wasn’t a fluke, a raccoon or some other diabólico creature exploring something they shouldn’t.

But it buzzed again…

“Vaya!”

With a groan, he set his malbec on the table, and entered the house, rounding on the communications station that looked like something out of a Star Wars movie.

“Perez Residence.” He intoned, studying the car in the rounded glass display, “Please state your business.” The window was only down a sliver, shrouding the interior and the driver within in dark shadows.

“Alejandro. It’s good to hear your voice.” A feminine voice replied as the window came down the rest of the way. Light from the overhead lamp struck familiar features. Alejandro felt a warmth come over him that had nothing to do with the wine.

“Senorita Perez, It is good to hear your voice!” He hit the gate release, watching on the monitor as the two iron gates slowly swung inward, at the young face smiling at the camera. “Please, come up, I will be waiting.”

“Give me 30.” She said.

“Please, Senorita, the gravel has…” But she was already streaking up the drive, tires spitting gravel as they gouged into the freshly raked drive. “Ahh… Senorita…” He sighed, unable to suppress the grin that spread across his face.

What a welcome surprise after so many years. Alejandro wasted no time, closing the gates quickly as he made his way to the front door to greet the long lost Perez.

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“The safeword tonight is Red.” My voice was shaky as she pulled in heavy lungfulls of air.

“Safeword?” Irene mumbled, her confusion warring with her lust as her fingers slid across my breasts and down my toned stomach.

“Say ‘Red’ if you feel uncomfortable, and I will stop. Do you understand?” I redoubled my efforts between her legs.

“I… Yes… I under… Oh gods, your fingers!” Pleasure twisted her features as her hands suddenly clamped down around my wrist, trying to push me away, to let the nub of overstimulated flesh between my fingertips rest. But as far as I was concerned, this was my little button right now, and I was going to play with it as long as I wanted to. I’d already brought Irene over the edge twice; I wanted very much to see how far I could push her before she forgot how to speak…

Irene writhed beneath me, my hand slipping around her throat as the other plowed the same furrow between her legs again and again. I’d stuffed my fingers inside her, one after the other, actually surprised when four of my digits, along with half of my hand, disappeared inside her.

“Greedy little slut…” I murmured, grinning as my thumb ground away at her clit, rubbing her in slow, deliberate circles. Her hips bucked, fruitlessly trying to find the pressure against her body that would push her over the near painful edge I was holding her against.

“P-Please…! I need…! I need to…” Her face was turning a pleasant shade of red with my fingers clamping down around her neck.

“Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” Come or stop. I waited with baited breath to see which desire won out.

“Please! I… No more! Please!” She gasped out, her hands weakly grasping around the corded muscles in my wrist as she tried to push me away.

“Please what?” I coaxed, applying a bit more pressure to her bud.

“Oh gods! Please, ung… Please M-Miss Sand…. Ungh! Señora! Please Señora!”

“That’s it…” I whispered, a devious grin splitting my face as I tightened my hand around her throat and curled the fingers inside her upwards, digging into the clustered bundle of pulsing nerves above them. My thumb ground down on her clit, sliding back and forth as I scooped my fingers repeatedly inside her depths.

“Unggh… Nggh!!” Irene’s body went taught, hands pulling me tight to her body, stuffing my hand as far inside her as it could go as her hips thrust against my probing digits. I let her grind herself against me, watching with pure delight her display of euphoric ecstasy. Irene’s eyes had glazed over, staring off in the distance while her jaw hung slack, gasping, shuddering. Her pretty, pudgy cheeks were flushed, turning a brighter shade of crimson.

“ Buena mi Chica! Buena…”

As Irene’s body slackened, I released her throat, stroking the faint red marks I’d left behind on either side of her jugular. Slowly, I pulled myself from her tremulous, constricting hole. Her body slurped, sticky and wet as my fingers left her, the remnants of her release a gossamer bridge between the tips of my fingers and the center of her core. The leather cushion beneath her was soaked.

“You have made a mess of my couch Irene…” I intoned with mock severity, “And my fingers.”

“I’m… I’m sorry… Señora…” Her whole body heaved as she gasped for air.

“Do you not think you should clean them, Irene?” Her head rolled to the side as she struggled to make eye contact, muscles clearly still not listening to her simple demands.

“Yes… Yes, Señora.” Her tone was hushed, but I could see the hunger in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips, her jaw moving as her mouth opened in invitation.

Breaking that gossamer bridge, I fed her my fingers, one after another, delighting in the feel of her tongue wrapping around each digit, wiping it clean as her cheeks hollowed with suction. It was a near effort to pluck each from between her lips, escaping with a loud POP! each time. By the end of it, I was rock hard and ready to take my own pleasure from her sumptuous body.

“Get up.” My voice had gone husky, dark… Desire hastened me as I pulled her bodily from the couch when she failed to move, listening to her grunt and groan as I manhandled her to the wall of books.

“Señora-”

“Stand.” Without waiting for her reply, I stripped the woman down, quickly shucking her out of her skirt and the tatters of her blouse that still clung to her shoulders. I’d have to buy her a new one… I left on her stockings desire pulsing at the feel of her under the slick fabric.

Turning to the bookcase, I quickly found the copy of Venus in Furs, and pulled the book out, laying it carefully on it’s side as I reached into the space left behind to flick the hidden switch. A latch clicked softly and I quickly pulled the wall next to the shelf aside, revealing a hidden nook.

And the St Andrews Cross inside.

I couldn’t help but grin, glancing at Irene as the little gasp escaped her quivering, red, lips at the sight of it. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the fear, the way her body recoiled. But I could also see the faint excitement that lay behind them…

I wasted no time as I grabbed the wrist and ankle binders from the equipment rack on the wall, and turned to kneel at Irene’s feet. With deft, practiced motions, I clasped each of the fur lined leather cuffs around her ankles, cinching them tight before standing to place the rest around her wrists.

“Too tight?” I asked as I slid my fingers across her cheek, palming her chin with my hand as I pulled errant, curls of hair out of her eyes.

“I, What? No… It’s ok?” She looked up at me, somewhat dazed, somewhat confused.

“Good.” I could see she was already wrung out, already stretched to breaking. But I hadn’t had my fun yet…

stop! red!

The little angel called from it’s cage but I ignored her as I pushed Irene’s back against the black leather pads of the cross. Custom, bronzed, clips clicked as I pushed the rings of her cuffs into place, securing her limbs to the X shaped cross, naked, exposed, hung.

I took a step back, marveling at the woman strung up spread eagle before me like a choice piece of meat. Her modern looks were a stark contrast to the old, stained oak frame of the cross but her tawny skin sang a harmony against the dark stained wood. Soft orange light filtered down around Irene in the shallow red playroom. Her muscles flexed as she tested the strength of the cuffs around her wrists, shifting her heels on the risers as she sought a more comfortable position. But her eyes never left mine. At least, not until I pulled up the front of my skirt, letting my heavy, swollen member finally swing free of it’s stifling confinement. Irene’s eyes went wide in shock as she stared at the thick veins running the length of it, the dribble of excitement dripping from the tip. I couldn’t help but grin, flexing for her, letting it bounce in the air as pulled my core muscles tight.

“Señora…” Fear tightened her voice as she struggled to tear her gaze away to look me in the eye. Metal clacked as she tried to pull away from bondage.

“Do not worry, Irene. I think you will be just fine. After all, I nearly had my whole hand inside you a moment ago.” I grinned like the cheshire cat as her cheeks reddened at the memory.

Stepping between her thighs, I cupped her sex, a soaking wet inferno, and worked my fingers inside with ease. Her hysteria ran down my digits and into my palm, pooling against my skin like fresh, hot, wax. I didn’t bother suppressing the groan of excitement as my cock flexed with a mind of it’s own, seeking the same, wet, hole as my fingers.

“Now, it is my turn, mi Chica…” I settled into a wide stance, the tip of my sex tagging the insides of her thighs with wet streaks of my essence as I swung back and forth. I took my root in hand, bracing against her hip with the other, pinning her to the cross. She grunted at the pressure and I spared a glance at her, a perverse pleasure washing over me at the fear and excitement straining her features. Irene’s lip was between her teeth, her eyes glued to the spot between us where the head of my cock waited for me to wield it. I rocked forwards, notching it between her lips, sucking in a breath as she opened around me. I nudged it inside till I could be sure it wouldn’t fall out, and took my hand away. It took every effort not to plunge myself inside her right then and there, fuck her with wild abandon till I cried out my release against the round ridges of her womb. Instead, with a wiggle to settle my heels, I took her full hips in both hands, kneading the soft, pliable, flesh, and took a deep, settling breath. Licking my lips, grinning with anticipation, I slowly pulled myself inside.

“Unh! W-Wait… Señora, I-!” But I didn’t wait, I pushed, gasping as I slid inside Irene’s tight, syrupy, folds. I was delirious with the exquisite pleasure, in agony over my slow, piercing, pace. I wanted to thrust, to rut, to claim her body with my raw, sexual, power. Irene’s voice disappeared in a wail of pleasure, whatever she was about to say was now lost on the waves of our rhythmic sex. I looked at her when her voice failed her, head falling back as the pleasure of our coupling overrode her senses and brought choking, grunting, gasps from her lips

Irene’s body went rigid, clamping down around me like a vice, her face a twisted mix of intense pleasure and sexual agony. She opened her mouth to scream and I stuffed my fingers inside. A fevered heat spread though my body as I watched her nether lips devour every inch I fed her. It was, obscene… The size of me compared to her, the way I still somehow slid inside her despite the fact that I should have bottomed out long ago.

“How are you… How…?” I gasped as I finally seated myself in her to the root, the swells of our mons grinding together.

“Ohuhngh!” Something told me I’d found that place where Irene had forgotten how to speak. Or maybe it was my fingers tangling with her tongue, pushing down her throat. Either way, I couldn’t understand her. I began rhythmically thrusting, slow at first, but eventually, the aggression of my desire won out as I grabbed her round the neck, roughly turning her chin away as I bit down on the sensitive flesh over her jugular. Her heart beat pounded beneath my tongue, between my teeth, as I plunged into her again, and again, and again.

“Ngh! Oh, j-joder. Oh joder… Si… Si!” I gasped against her neck, my fingers gripping her jaw tightly as I slammed hard against her luscious curves. I could hear her grunting, biting down on my fingers, my crown nearly falling from her lips with each, full, thrust.

“Disculpe, Señora.” Alejandro’s voice rang out over the intercom, reverberating on the walls of my study.

My hips froze mid thrust.

I wanted to scream…

Eyes shut tight, my body trembling, on the verge of release, I shook from exertion and the sheer, unadulterated, fury at being interrupted. I took a deep breath. Deep breath… My fingers dug into Irene’s breasts as I flexed hard inside her before taking a step back, stuffing down the sorrow that welled up from inside me as I pulled out of her tight folds. Her lips dragged against my sensitive flesh, gripping me like a greedy vice as they tried to pull me back inside.

“Uno momento…” I whispered, quickly putting on the carefully neutral mask I’d perfected for business. “Si Alejandro?” I asked, depressing the button on the intercom.

“Señora… You have a visitor.”

“Tell them to leave.” My tongue was venom. Who the fuck would dare to visit me at such an hour? Alejandro knew better than to interrupt me during my sessions.

“Perdon, Señora… But you will want to see this person for yourself.

The intercom clicked off. I looked back at Irene, her body hanging from her restraints, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing, lost, and clicked my tongue. She would have to wait… I pulled my skirt down and did my best to do up the buttons of my blouse around the several I’d broken. As I was about to leave the room, I stopped, turning back to Irene as a twisted smile split my face…

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