ALEX
Alex lay with her hands cuffed to the railing of Maddie’s bed. The cuffs were lined with fur, but still cut into Alex’s flesh every time she moved.
She had scratches on her back, her buttocks, and a whole maze of them healing on her shoulders. Maddie always had that little extra to give when it came to Alex’s shoulders. Her nails dug a little deeper and her moans grew higher whenever Alex flexed her shoulder muscles.
Her shoulders, no matter how strong, were quite useless now though. So were her legs, tied around the ankle to the foot end of the bed with two of Maddie’s Hermès scarves.
Alex was totally at Maddie’s mercy and she wouldn’t want it any other way.
Maddie’s gaze hovering over her naked, helpless flesh was enough to cause a wild throbbing in Alex’s clit. But Maddie wasn’t just using her eyes. She’d unearthed a short leather whip from the box under the bed where she kept all her valuables—as she called them—and traced it along Alex’s abs. Alex’s abs could take a lot of things, gentle teasing with what looked like a riding crop was not one of them. She squirmed under the touch of the leather and the more she squirmed the more Maddie loved it.
As usual, Maddie had undressed Alex with no intention of shedding her own clothes. She still wore her work outfit, a grey Ralph Lauren pencil skirt topped with a black pin-striped blouse that looked a little too tight for comfort at the office. Maddie’s blond hair was tied together at the back of her head and, no doubt for effect, she hadn’t taken off her dark-rimmed reading glasses. It was working.
The room was silent except for the soft swish of the whip as it glided along Alex’s flesh and the ragged sound of Alex’s breath, which escaped her at quickening intervals.
Maddie kneeled between Alex’s legs, her face sporting that wicked smirk she only ever displayed in the bedroom. They’d only been dating a few weeks but Alex always knew the score when she spotted the bedroom smirk.
It was hard to notice the emotion in Maddie’s eyes while they were protected by glasses, but Alex could see plenty of passion displayed in the way Maddie’s mouth twitched upwards as she dragged the tip of the whip over Alex’s breasts. Maddie’s nipples had grown so stiff they pointed through the fabric of her bra and blouse.
For the first time that night Maddie cracked the whip, right next to Alex’s left nipple. Alex let out a tiny gasp, loud enough to encourage Maddie to repeat the action, but controlled enough to not let her experience too much satisfaction. From the outside Maddie may have appeared completely in charge, but they both understood this game was a two-way street.
Maddie treated Alex’s right breast to the same sensation, but added more power to her action. She trailed the whip between Alex’s breasts, down to her belly and over her belly button to her upper thighs. A few quick snaps on each thigh, on that delicate spot just below her entrance, and Alex was lost.
A rapid succession of whip lashes on her nipples and outer thighs reduced Alex to a puddle of desire at Maddie’s mercy. Then Maddie positioned the whip between her legs again. She traced it through the moistness gathering there, slowly but with such menace it made Alex shiver in her skin.
Maddie flicked the whip twice right on Alex’s clit. Alex arched her back and the cuffs bit into the tender flesh of her wrists. The whip circled her pussy before coming down hard on her blood-shot lips. Wetness trickled between Alex’s legs and suddenly the whip was gone.
Maddie removed her glasses, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slid out of her skirt and sat in front of Alex clad only in a black lace bra and matching panties. Unlike Alex, Maddie always dressed to impress.
Her light blue eyes peered into Alex’s. She didn’t move a muscle for several seconds, just staring at Alex, her unflinching glare setting Alex’s skin on fire.
Maddie had said it out loud enough for Alex to guess what she was thinking—that her body was a work of art. That marble statues should be carved to its likeness. That it should never be allowed to be covered by more than a tank top and boy shorts, and only if strictly necessary.
She had that ravaging expression on her face, her lips pursed together in a tight line and her eyes scanning prey.
Alex lay there panting, immobile and impatiently waiting for what was to come. She fiercely hoped Maddie would undo her bra and reveal her creamy white breasts and tiny nipples. They stood high, the pink buds of her nipples always pointing upwards, and Alex couldn’t wait for one of them to coast along her lips.
Her prayers were answered as Maddie brought her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. Alex inhaled sharply, her entire body pulsing with want. Foreplay between them wasn’t always so unconventional, but either way, she was ready for the more advanced action to begin.