Sparks and Chains
Story by Cymmie on SoFurry
Most recent in the Alpha installments, more sexual involvement, in other words pure smut XD but it's still pretty short. There will be one more story in this scene.
His touch was electric fire. It cascaded over her skin, sparking her to life, with each brush of his finger tips she rushed up in the air, only to be held down by the chains on her wrists. She gasped, twitching and aching, her body craving more. Yet he would only give her more when he felt it was right. It was all his choice right now. His desire was all that mattered right now.
She was his tool, his object. He could use her and abuse her any way he pleased. She trusted him not to go too far. It was the perfection she felt when he was touching her, the completeness, which made this possible.
Her body bowed as her Alpha’s hands skated over her flesh so lightly that goose-flesh erupted over where they traced. She was panting like a bitch in heat, begging, her muscles straining against the cuffs that held her down as she tried to chase his touch when it retreated from her skin.
The groan that ripped itself from her throat was full of impatience, she had never been very patient, but he merely chuckled as he kissed his way down her neck, over her sternum, passed her stomach. As he landed on her left hip he laid a harsh nip over the bone, she squirmed and whined, her hips rising in obvious invitation. However what he had in mind he knew she would never agree to.
He kissed his way down to her clit, which glistened in the low lighting. He laid an experimental lick on it first, watching her reaction. She gasped; curving forward as much as possible to watch and trembling with the strength it took to fight against her restraints. He smirked up at her and spread her outer lips, to lay a harder, much more intentional lick this time.
She twisted, and whimpered, flopping back against the sheets as she squirmed under his tongue which made harder licks, that perfect pressure that she didn’t even think was achievable with a tongue. It almost pinched her clit in that good way; she was soon a writhing mass of whimpering, neediness. Shaking because she couldn’t reach anywhere close to her peak, but it still felt good and she couldn’t understand it in her lust clouded mind.
Then she felt his fingers delve into her, pressing and pushing in all the right ways. Causing her body to reach that climax far too quickly, much quicker than she was expecting, with the added pressure of his fingers pushing in her and pulling out of her, and his tongue still dancing on her clit… she came, hard and fast, so much so that her breath caught painfully in her chest and her muscles seized up until they cramped.
Her orgasm didn’t stop until he stopped the stimulation. She shuddered as her breath flooded back into her oxygen starved lungs. She lay there gasping, hungry and desperate for more. Yet he merely stood up and walked to the other side of the room, as he stood there, his hungry eyes took in her ravished form.