Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 38

I started to move again, and the ropes rubbed against the sensitive areas on my body, stimulating my Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

pussy, my ass, and especially my clit. The sensations were very arousing, and I felt myself getting wet.

Once I'd retrieved the water, I walked back in and handed him one. Taking me by surprise, he touched

the cold plastic to my breast. I shivered from more than just the cold; my nipple was exquisitely

sensitive, and I felt an intense tingle course through me that reverberated all the way down to my

vagina. My whole body felt like it was on fire from the sensitivity and the compression of the rope. My

pussy was a hot, damp mess and I knew my secretions were soaking into the rope. I could smell my

arousal and, as it turned out, so could he.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he said with something between a smile and a smirk on his

face.

A deep blush broke over my face.

I didn't know how to answer him. My face was as red from his taunting as my breasts were from the

rope that he'd tightly wound around them. "You're correct, daddy, I'm wet."

He was walking around me, inspecting me, his eyes roaming up and down my body like I was some

sort of animal.

He gave my ass and my thighs a couple of light whacks with his hand. I stood still, accepting what he

was giving me. I suddenly wondered how I would feel if it actually was my father spanking me, now that

I knew how submissive I was and how turned on I might get from that. My pussy spasmed and I felt my

juices running down the insides of my thighs.

He gave my ass and my thighs several more smacks, harder ones.

My nipples were now painfully erect and the large room was taking in the scent of my vagina.

He broke into a little smile and gently ran his fingers through my hair.

It had felt like I was seconds away from tears, but then I broke into a little smile.

He leaned in and we exchanged a little kiss. "Are you ready to continue?"

"Yes, daddy, I am."

He picked up a shorter length of rope and tied my wrists together securely behind my back. Then he

sat on the couch and pointed to the space on the floor between his legs. I knew what he wanted, and I

walked over and knelt on the floor. Just like before, that movement caused the ropes, now wet with my

secretions, to rub against my pussy, my clit, and my asshole, and I became even more aroused. Once

I'd knelt between his legs, he pointed again, this time to the bulge in his tight leather pants, and again I

knew what was required of me. After several attempts using my teeth, I'd only managed to work the

zipper an inch or so.

"You have been doing this for long, is that the best you can do?" he said harshly.

"I'm ... ummm ... I'm trying, daddy."

"You're two seconds away from being punished, get that fly down and my cock in your mouth, now."

Desperately, I tried to work that tiny zipper down. I wanted to taste him, to please him, to give him

pleasure, and it was normally never this difficult to make that happen. This shouldn't be that difficult. It's

just more intense domination, his way of messing with me. But fuck, it's turning me on.

Finally I was able to grasp the tab of the zipper between my teeth and work it all the way down. I used

my mouth to push the sides of the fly apart and his erect cock popped out of its tight confines. It was

big, about seven inches long and thicker than average. He was fully erect and the large head was

already oozing pre-cum. I took it into my mouth and began to bob my head up and down, gradually

taking him deeper with every movement.

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "I should be in your throat already, you're supposed to be

good at this," he taunted.

I opened my mouth and a long string of saliva coated the bulbous head and ran down his shaft and

collected on his balls. I took a deep breath, relaxed my throat, and took him all the way down to the

root.

"Yeah, just like that, that's my good little whore," he moaned.

I continued to bob up and down at a frantic pace. I was taking him so deep his thick bushy pubic hair

was tickling my nose and my lips were pressed against his body. I brought him out of my throat and

then repeated the cycle, holding him all the way down for as long as I could before sucking hard on the

head, which allowed me to breathe.

"My nut should be in your stomach by now, what's taking you so long? he asked sarcastically.

His control was phenomenal and almost beyond belief. I was good at this, really good, but it felt like

everything I was doing wasn't fazing him. Again, I had to tell myself this was part of the scene, and

instead of being discouraged, it only motivated me to try harder to please him.

I redoubled my efforts, lashing his shaft with my tongue each time I drew back and then pushing

forward to bury him deep in my throat. But still nothing seemed to be happening and he was no closer.

He laced his fingers in my long brown hair and held my head still. Then he bucked his hips back and

forth, roughly fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. What he was doing to me was humiliating. But at

the same time the way he's using me, this harsh treatment, is getting me unbelievably hot.

He continued to pound my mouth and throat, and his power and sheer, unbridled dominant forcefulness

were making me weak with desire. I longed to be able to use my hands to touch him, but of course,

because of the rope restraint, I couldn't, and that made me crazy with lust.

After savagely rutting into my mouth and throat for a couple of minutes, his breathing finally changed

and I knew he was getting close. He pulled back so only the head of his cock was in my mouth and he

released a torrent of hot cum. I felt a strong surge in my pussy when I tasted his semen, almost like a

mini-climax. He produced an almost inhuman amount of volume, and even though I swallowed as fast

as I could, there was so much of it a small amount leaked around my lips and onto my chin.

I was still trying to catch my breath from the hard face-fucking.

"Open your mouth, little girl, I guess I have to help you with everything," he said condescendingly.

He used his fingers to collect the little bit of semen I'd allowed to escape. I tried to make amends for my

failure by licking and sucking his fingers clean. Then I kept my mouth open so he could use me to clean

a few last droplets off his cock. I was caught in a crossfire of emotions; I felt horrible in my inability to

please him the way he wanted, but I also thought I might have left a puddle between my legs on the

floor; I was that hot and wet from how roughly he'd used me.