Then suddenly I feel her fingers pinch my butt and I turn around in a frenzy to grab hold of her with all my life, sheer relief mixed with angst and anger at her antics. She tries to run, but I capture her around her waist and haul her over my shoulder.
‘Never — do — that — to — me — again!’ I slap her butt on each word, and she is screaming and laughing as I unceremoniously dump her beautiful body back on the sun lounge. ‘I swear to god, Alexa. You just about gave me a heart attack.’
She’s laughing uncontrollably now; once she starts, she always finds it hard to stop. Still beside myself with fear, adrenaline surging through my veins, I quickly pick up the tie from around her robe and deftly wrap it around her wrists, tying each of her hands to the side of the lounge.
‘What … what are you doing? You … can’t …’ She staggers between her hysterics, laughing so much she has no hope of preventing my actions. I ensure they won’t loosen.
‘This way, at least I know you will stay put.’ Much better, I think to myself. She looks so sexy restrained to the sun lounge in her bikini. Now that I know she is safe, I’m pleased that she has had a good belly laugh.
‘Jeremy, please untie me.’ She’s still laughing at my reaction. ‘Anyone could come up.’
‘After having you vanish on me like that, I don’t care what they think. You know I’ll go to any extreme to keep you safe. After that behaviour, how can I trust you not to disappear again? Besides, everyone just left for an early dinner, so I’m afraid there is no reason whatsoever to untie you.’
Finally, she is able to get her breathing under control. She tests her restraints. ‘Honestly, you know this is not necessary. Release me.’
‘Never. You just about scared me to death.’
‘But I can barely move.’ She struggles again.
‘Exactly, sweetheart, that’s my intention and it gives me great peace of mind. More than I’ve had for days, actually.’ I allow a smile onto my face.
My innuendo is impossible for her to ignore. I place her sunglasses over her eyes and the hat on her head. I can’t resist kissing her lips while I’m in the vicinity, knowing there’s physically not much she can do to resist me.
‘Well, could I at least have my drink please?’
‘Are you going to apologise?’ I hold the drink up toward her face.
‘For pinching your butt, never!’ Her cheekiness is contagious.
‘Alexa,’ I admonish, and move the glass away.
‘Okay, I’m sorry, but it was pretty funny.’ Her giggles begin again.
‘You know as well as I do that the word “but” negates everything that comes before it.’
‘Alright, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you, really. I was just having some fun. Can I now have a drink? Please. I shouldn’t have to beg.’
‘It’s so good when you do, though …’ I raise the potent drink to her lips and she takes two quick mouthfuls.
‘It’s nice to see you laugh, AB. It’s been a while.’
‘Yeah, great, I laugh and end up tied to a chair.’
‘But this way, I get to look after you.’ I feed her some bread and dip before taking off my shirt and straddling her trapped body. Her sharp intake of breath confirms she likes what she sees. ‘And do what I want with you.’
I nuzzle my face in between her bountiful breasts before nipping her pert nipples through the fabric of her bikini, which is met with both struggles and squeals of delight. I trail my kisses along her belly before pausing at the top of her bikini bottoms to look up at her face. Her eyes are fused with lust and excitement.
‘God, I love you like this, but to go any further would be indecent.’ Confusion crosses her eyes. ‘We are here to drink. After all, that is what you requested.’
She unconsciously attempts to move her arms toward me, momentarily forgetting they are trapped. ‘Jeremy!’
I shift away from her to pick up the drink and have a sip, and then pass it to her for another few mouthfuls. Her body relaxes back into the lounge, absorbing the feeling of the alcohol.
‘You’re right,’ I say. ‘These are good, aren’t they? You know, our life would be so much easier if you just accepted what I asked of you, knowing it is always in your best interests. Perhaps the easiest option is to just keep you captive myself until all of this passes over.’
She looks at me, assessing my seriousness. If only she knew.
‘No, Jeremy, don’t even joke about it.’
‘Perhaps that is the solution. I’ve been trying to reach a compromise, hoping you would come to your senses and give yourself to me rather than the Witch.’ I take another sip and offer it again to Alexa. ‘So much food for thought. Choice or no choice.’
‘Choice, choice is always better,’ she replies with haste. ‘But she has given me no choice. I can’t protect anyone unless I do this. You must understand. I need you to understand, J.’
‘But you need to understand that I must protect you, and it seems that you have given me no other choice.’
The last thing I want to do is embark on another futile debate with her when she has finally given herself permission to let go and be comfortably numb for a while. So after a quick scan of the environment I confirm that we are atop one of the tallest buildings in SoBe, Miami, hopefully guaranteeing our privacy. It would be such a shame to waste this decadent opportunity.
‘It’s the lack of choice that —’
I ignore her words as I eagerly embark on my sexual mission. Knowing distraction is by far the best strategy at this stage, and with my target being trapped on the lounge, well, let’s just say it’s my best-case scenario under difficult circumstances.
Her cries of protest about choice quickly turn into cries of pleasure as I focus solely on liberating her body and mind and doing what we do best. I can’t deny the sheer joy I receive from having unhindered access to her body. So much joy, that I spread her legs wider to gain greater access to the playground my lips and tongue love to explore. My palms can’t get enough of massaging her sensational breasts now sitting squished together above her bikini top. As my tongue escalates the tension on her sweet spot and I roll her nipples firmly between my finger and thumb, she arches her back and calls out my name. I want her as much as I’ve ever wanted her. I know we’ll never be able to get enough of each other. Her pleasure is my world. She is my world and I’ll never give her up. Ever.
The sexual tension between us is electrifying as I tease her clitoris with my tongue and feel her body tighten against mine, struggling to free her bound wrists. I can feel her conflicted fight for both control and surrender and I cherish that in this moment, I can control it for her. I can give her the release she needs, take away her fears, her apprehension, her hurt, even if it is only for a few moments. I feel her build and I want her to explode with the passion that is so much a part of who she is, who she has allowed herself to become. But not yet.
I establish a smoother rhythm. I want her to ride with me, forcing her to come with me on my terms, terms I know she loves. She is panting, her heart thundering in her chest. I realise how much tension I’ve been holding onto while facing the risk of losing her. I want this control, need it at this juncture of our lives where we seem to have control over little else, so I play with her body as if it is the last time I’ll have access to it. I want her to feel every bit of extreme pleasure pounding through her.
Without pausing I want her to build again, from a higher starting point, until her orgasms cascade over each other so she becomes mindless for as long as possible, so she becomes mine