"Fuck me, Alex," I breathed, sounding like a petulant teenager.

He laughed a slow, taunting laugh, pulling away ever so slightly from the spot where he was slowly and painfully making me come undone.

"I don't respond to your orders, Private First Class. You respond to mine."

Before I could counter him, his tongue was back inside of me, flipping and licking my core, tasting every inch of me as he gently pulled out, then dove back in for more. He kept up the tortuous pace, laughing every once in a while at the shrieks that left me, all thanks to the skillful talents of his tongue.

After building up my aching, impending orgasm, he lowered my hips back down on the bed. His eyes watched me, dark and menacing as he observed the wild movements of my body, desperate for his touch.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, smiling from down below.

I quickly placed one hand on my breasts, grabbing and tugging while he watched in amusement. My nipples stood erect, hard like steel, waiting to be devoured at any given moment. I swirled my finger around them, building the tension that was already laced inside from Alex's performance earlier below my waist.

He gently took my free hand, guiding it to my pussy and rubbing it over and around. I took a deep inhale at the feel of my own hand being steered by his, and by the time I was able to open my eyes, he had already placed two of my own fingers inside.

"Play with it," he said, sitting back.

My fingers moved at his command, gently moving in and out with the rhythm of my heartbeat.

His mouth was back on me, sucking and kissing his way from my thighs up to my hips, his fingers splayed out over my abs. He traced the butterfly tattoo on my hip with his tongue, kissing it softly every once in a while.

I moaned louder, feeling the rising pressure from my fingers mixed with an intense need to get him inside of me. He sat up, taking my fingers out of me and gently licking one side of each. His tongue soothed a heated desire that was beginning to drown me, taking my will with it.

"You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day, every day."

I tried to smile, failing to do so with the agonizing need beginning to overwhelm me.

He brought my hands to my face, placing my fingers gently on my lips.

"Lick them. You deserve to know just how sweet your pussy really is."

I did as told, licking my fingers and tasting what he couldn't seem to get enough of. He forced my lips open, placing my fingers inside while commanding me to "suck."

His fingers slid into me as I did so, sending my body bucking at the intrusion of his profusely large fingers back into what was turning into my weakness. His thumb rubbed over my clit, igniting fireworks inside of me as I called out, feeling the ravaging pounds of an intense orgasm beginning to unleash within me.

Just as my body began to tremble, he pulled out, looking down at me as I came back from a soul searching high.

"Now, how should I fuck you? Do you want it nice and slow? Or bed breaking hard?"

I couldn't answer. All that flowed out was a short whimper, leaving him smiling derisively at me.

He stood from the bed, making his way over to his dresser where he pulled out a handful of condoms.

"I can tell we're going to need more than one," he said, holding them up in front of me.

I simply swallowed, nearly afraid of what I'd been wanting, but excited with it finally about to happen. He placed the condoms down on the bed, then turned and closed the drawer, showing off another impressive tattoo. This one was of two hands holding a cross in a praying position, names inscribed within the cross itself. I couldn't make any of them out, not with the haze that had settled over me in my erotic euphoria.

His pants were off in an instant, his boxer briefs down with them, showing off the threateningly thick and long cock that was only inches away from tearing into me. I licked my lips, almost afraid to let him in.

"You ready for this?" he asked before tearing into a condom and rolling it up his abundant shaft.

I nodded, sending him hovering over me as he placed his body down on mine.

His fingers moved the loose hairs away from my face, his hazel eyes staring down into mine.

"I've been waiting so long for this, Cassie Bennett."

I grabbed his head, pulling it down so our lips could meet. He kissed me, his fleshy lips pressing down on mine with just a hint of aggressiveness. He quickly moved to my neck, sucking and kissing his way up to my earlobe then back down. All I needed were his lips on me, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head and muffled moans staggering out of my mouth. My fingers clung to his back, gripping and tugging with the movement of his mouth on my neck. He moved his body, trying to free my hands from destroying his back, when suddenly he stopped and sat up, looking down at me while making a rather chastising noise.

"I see I can't get your hands to behave, so I'm going to have to make them do so." He reached for his bedside nightstand, pulling open the drawer and sifting through until he smiled and called out, "Bingo."

In his hands were eight elastic, nylon green boot bands used to hold the cammie pants in place. Confusion swept through me at just what he thought he was going to accomplish with them, but I didn't ask. I was much too intrigued by whatever he had in mind.

"Turn over," he ordered, sending me turning before he was even done speaking. "These boot bands are going to hold you in place-- all of you."

He bound my ankles with one, then latched another onto it and connected that to the tiny spokes lining the metal footboard.  He swiftly moved up to my hands and proceeded to do the same. There was plenty of pull, given the elasticity of the bands, but I wasn't quite sure how he would keep me from breaking the miniature hook at the end of it.

"I know you can break these, but this is a test in self-restraint," he whispered. "You break them, I punish you. You understand that?"

I nodded my head, allowing a feeble, "Yes," to come out of my mouth.

He moved back to the edge of the bed, climbing on and maneuvering himself in between me, spread out for his enjoyment. I felt the very tip of his cock at my entrance, my heartbeat spiking at the anticipating of it alone. After a few agonizing seconds, he was in me, barreling his way inside and causing me to cry out in pain, enjoyment, and satisfaction. A low growl escaped him as he made his way in.

He lay down on my back, moving in and out with the rhythm of his slow, savoring breaths. Everything I had ever imagined was coming to life in that moment. He was large and commanding, yet gentle and accommodating.

"You like that?" he asked, nibbling on my ear.

Words in the form of small whimpers answered back, making him pick up the pace.

He dug deeper, sending lightening through my core and making me dip further into the mattress with each thrust. My hands were pulling from the bar, but his words came crashing back and I tried hard to hold them steady, fearing I would fail at proving that I did have some restraint about me.

His balls slapped my ass with every movement, sparking me to cry out with every smack. His tortuously slow pace gave way to harder, more commanding blows, shaking my resolve and sending my arms barreling down with force, breaking the hook on the end of the band.

"I knew you couldn't do it," he mocked, pulling out and taking me up with him. "Look what you've done to my beloved boot bands. I think you deserve to be punished."

"These things are--," I defended through hard breaths.

"Shhh…" he cut me off, laughing in the background.

He took my hands and placed them on the headboard, my fingers gripping it tight. I sat upright on my knees, waiting for whatever it was that he was planning to do to me. And before I could turn around, he was nibbling at my ass, causing me to flinch with the overwhelming sensation that his teeth elicited.  His mouth covered the spot where he bit, soothing it with smooth, sweet sucks before he removed it and sent his hand powering down in a thunderous slap right on the sensitive spot.

I cried out, feeling such passionate tingles with the meeting of his hand to my ass. He did it again, the entire routine before grabbing hold of my breasts from behind and burying himself into me. This time, he didn’t go slowly. He got right to business, pounding away at my core, sending all of the blood in my body racing straight for my clit. My screams and his grunts filled the room as he drummed away at me, making my head fall back, taking my ability to counter him with it. He let go of one breast, instead grabbing hold of my hair as he pounded harder and harder. That monstrous cock of his did not let up, controlling every movement while slowly burning down every wall inside of me.

"I'm so close, Blondie. I'm not coming without you."

His words undid me, all of the nerve endings in my body short circuiting, leaving me in a convulsing, shrieking mess in his hands. He pounded even harder, growling out his release as I screamed my own, the sweat now coating our skin and leaving us slipping against one another while our orgasms ripped through and dismantled us.

I fell forward, Alex falling with me. We lay quietly, trying hard to catch our breaths.  His cock still lay inside of me, occupying his conquest.

When we finally came down from our highs, Alex rolled off of me, lying on his back while pulling me to him on mine. He rested his nose on the top of my head, inhaling slowly as he worked his hands over my breasts. I lay my hands on his cock, still somewhat erect, feeling like he could go another round.