Locked (The Alpha Group 1)

I nodded. At that particular moment he could have been asking me for my bank account number and PIN and I'd probably have given them.

"So, pick a word."

Surprisingly, one came to me instantly. "Cinderella."

He looked at me curiously. "That's an... odd choice."

He was right. I had no idea why I'd picked that, although it did make me realise I still hadn't gotten my shoes back. Some fairy tale this is.

"I'll explain later," I told him impatiently.

"Fair enough. Cinderella it is." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss just below my ear. "And now, Sophia, I want to taste you."

I squirmed against him, those words amping the fire inside me up to fever pitch. I felt like my body couldn't possibly maintain that state of arousal for much longer, like I was prepped to burst at any minute. "Please."

Releasing my hands, he slid down the bed and shoved my skirt up around my hips. There was no preamble. He didn't even take the time to undress me. He simply tugged my panties aside and then his tongue was on my pussy.

"Oh...fuck." That first touch was like electricity, sending a wave of pleasure sizzling through me. Another joined it, curling around the first, and then another. Soon, I could feel nothing else save the vortex roaring inside me.

It seemed he'd been serious when he said he wanted to taste me. Rather than focus on my clit straight away like I'd expected, he worked the length of me, caressing my dripping opening with long, soft strokes and occasionally slipping inside to fuck me with his tongue.

"My god, you're so sweet," he said. "You're just as delicious as I'd imagined."

I could only moan in reply, grinding myself against him. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, like every stroke, every lick was peeling away just a little more of me.

I reached out to take his head in my hands, desperate to pull him even closer, but again he seized my wrists. "No hands. Your pleasure is mine to control. I was going to save the ties for another night, but if you can't learn to behave, I'll have to bind you now."

My stomach twisted at the thought of being restrained. I'd be utterly at his mercy.

"I'll be good," I said, my voice soft.

"Excellent." He released me.

His hands now free, he brought one down and slid a long finger inside of me, tenderly stroking my G-spot while his tongue began licking a delicate figure eight across my swollen bud.

"Fuck you're tight. And so soft. God, it's killing me that I'm not inside of you right now."

"So fuck me," I said, the words barely recognisable. I wanted him more than I could remember wanting anything before. I was nearly delirious with desire.

"Soon, but first I want to watch you come. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers. And I want you to think about the fact that this is just the first of many. This is but the tiniest scrap of the things we can do together."

I writhed against the sheet, certain it wouldn't be long before he got his wish. I could already feel my muscles tensing, preparing for that explosion that would tear through me.

"Oh god, oh fuck," I cried, crossing the point of no return. My body buckled and my vision shattered as I rocked against him. Wordless sounds spilt from my mouth, animal sounds, sounds I'd never heard myself make before. And the whole time he gazed into my eyes, primal satisfaction painted on his face.

As my senses finally returned, I heard the snicker of a zipper being unfastened. "Oh no, not yet, I'm too sensitive and it's been so long. Just a few minutes," I whispered.

"I have to have you, Sophia. Now. I can't wait any longer." His voice sounded pained. He produced a condom from somewhere. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

He tore it open. "Good. Next time, I'll prove that I'm clean. You'll do the same. And then we'll be able to dispense with these. I don't want anything between us in the future."

I nodded slowly, still unsure I'd be able to take him yet, but one look at his face told me there was no stopping him now. He didn't even pause to remove his shirt. I caught the barest flash of hot olive skin as his pants hit the floor, then he was pressing himself slowly inside me. "Oh Jesus, Sophia," he groaned.

Even without seeing it, I could tell his cock was huge. The stretching sensation in those first few moments was almost overpowering, and my tender skin burned in protest. But my body had taken on a life of its own at that point. My muscles began to flex and ripple, hungrily drawing him in. I felt myself growing wetter still, and gradually the discomfort faded, replaced by a divine sense of fullness.

Once again I found my hands wandering, dancing across his chest. His muscles were taut beneath the soft cotton of his shirt. Unable to restrain myself, I traced my fingers up toward the collar and slipped inside, savouring the warmth and slickness of his skin. He allowed this for a few seconds, but then his hands caught mine once more, pinning them to the pillow above. Before I could object, he leaned down, sealing his lips over mine, his tongue shooting in to claim another part of me.

With his weight on top of me and my arms held, I couldn't move. I could only lie there as he had his way with me. I felt a rush of excitement. That sense of powerlessness was strangely intoxicating.

"That's it, I want you to take all of me," he said, his cock now deep inside me.

"God yes. Keep going," I replied, rocking my hips back and forward, easing him deeper still.

As I finally adjusted to his size, he began to fuck me harder. His body crushed against mine, grinding my clit while his cock hammered my G-spot. The sensation was exquisite. As impossible as it seemed, I could feel another orgasm rearing up inside me.

He was clearly not far away either. His breath was coming in little spurts and there was a low growl emanating from his throat. I loved that sound. I could feel it vibrating all the way through his body and into mine; another declaration of his possessive intent.

His hips worked like an out of control piston, steadily gaining force. His thrusts became wilder and his fingers tightened, digging into my skin. Leaning down, he brought his face just inches from mine.

"I'm going to come, Sophia," he panted.

"Oh fuck, give it to me."

My words seemed to send him over the edge. With one final mighty pump, he exploded inside me. His back arched and his eyes flared as my pussy clenched around him, milking every drop.

That sudden rush of heat was too much, and with another cry I came too. I hadn't thought it possible, but this orgasm was even more intense. It tore through my body like a tidal wave, curling my toes and leaving me breathless and limp.