It's about to get real smutty in here...
It took some creative maneuvering of Alec's bed toward the corner of the room close to the window to find an exposed pipe sturdy enough to withstand Alec's gentle faux-protests when Max cuffed him to it. They both knew that type of restraint would not really pose a challenge, but when Mistress Maxie demanded something, he damn sure made it happen. Plus, he liked the wanton way her eyes drank him in when he did something she wanted.
Once the bed was in place, Max's eyes flashed back to Mistress mode and she backed Alec against the wall with a thud. "Shirt."
He quickly pulled his shirt overhead and let it crumple to the ground. Her lipstick and bite marks littered his chest, and seeing them excited him further. Her eyes traced a few of them darkly. Again, she pressed him against the wall, and he took the hint, planting his feet in place.
"Now would be a good time to pick a safe word." She nodded her head toward his feet.
"It's 'peppermint,' but I'm not going to use it," he promised, meeting her stare confidently while he toed off his boots. The twinkle in his eye shined when he added with a hopeful smile, "What's yours?"
Max threaded the chains and cuffs through the pipe and laid them on the bed, backing off on hands and knees, that super short skirt refusing to ride up any higher. "Smart-Aleck."
He was happy she hadn't chosen 'bite me,' which meant biting was still on the menu tonight for possible exploration. He knew he could enjoy some of the rougher treatment, but he hadn't realized how deep the urge ran to bite her. He wanted to sink his teeth into her, nibble and nip at her skin, her lips, her neck and breasts, whatever body part he could taste to turn her on and heighten her arousal. He wanted her to use his mouth for her pleasure.
His dick pulsed against the leather pants when he realized her safe word was a part of their shared history. He wondered how she'd feel if she found out his safe word was a nod to last Christmas, when Max had a half-eaten candy cane dangling from those plump pink lips nearly every day at work. He constantly found himself staring at those rosy lips, the tip of her tongue peeking out to adjust the candy's position in her mouth, wetting other parts of the stick as she worked it deeper into her mouth, sucking the red stripe right off of it.
This was so not how he thought he'd be spending his night, but he was entirely and pleasantly surprised by the turn of events that began at Logan's when he'd gone to change into the black leather pants. He'd stuffed himself into the pants in record time, with gradual increasing difficulty, getting incrementally more aroused the more he thought about what he and Max were about to go do - for show - on an Eyes Only mission, no less.
And when he returned to the living room, where Max and Logan had remained silently seated the entire two minutes he'd spent in the bathroom, he felt Max's eclipsed eyes as they stalked him, raked along his arms, over his chest, down his stomach, and stopped at his waistband, waging a willpower battle to keep themselves from going any lower. "Is there a shirt to go with this?" he asked.
Logan threw him a black and gray long sleeved raglan tee, which seemed like it should have made Max break her stare with his pecs, but the tee was a little tight in the chest and biceps, and she remained laser-focused. "Max," he called. "Eyes up here."
She had smacked the crop against her hand. "Don't tempt me," she warned.
His grin proved he knew he was taunting her, playing with fire. And in that way, he couldn't wait to get burned.
"Alec," Max started, now holding that same crop between closed fists and demanding his attention return to the task at hand. Already he worried she'd almost said her safe phrase. "Get on the bed."
"Mistress Maxie, how do you want me?"
"Harder than you've ever fucking been," she answered, and it was like a direct order to his cock, which desperately wanted her approval, her attention, her wetness.
Despite her suggestive answer, that wasn't his question, but he responded confidently anyway. "Oh, I'm getting there."
He laid down on his back, which incidentally was the answer to his question, and Max swung a leg over his torso to straddle him. She carefully tightened the cuffs around his wrists. He silently wished he had already removed those leather pants, but that would happen, in time. He bucked his hips, testing Max's control, and was rewarded with a little growl when she ground against him and squeezed her thighs tightly around him.
"Uh-uh," she sang, wagging her finger side to side. She slapped him gently with the crop, then leaned down and licked the area.
"Mistress Maxie," he ground out. "I forgot to take off the buckle camera."
Acting angry, Max bit Alec's chest just shy of his nipple. He groaned, but then her tongue was right there again, tending to the injury. "Well, that wasn't very smart, Al-" she stopped mid-word in disbelief that she'd almost used her safe word on accident.
Green, begging eyes implored her. Please don't say it, they pleaded.
She didn't like that look on him - stuck and unable to speak. That sexy, sarcastic mouth of his should always be free to say what he wanted.
Stalling to figure out what to say, Max unbuckled the skull-cam and unbuttoned the pants. "We can't have this getting in the way."
Relieved, Alec took an audible breath when this aggravating and brilliant woman pulled the whole camera setup off and started to back off the bed. "Or you could set it up by the nightstand," he ventured.
She's either going to whip me in punishment or kiss me in praise.
To his complete arousal, she set it up like he suggested, the eyes of the skull facing the couple.
"Maxie... I had no idea you were so..."
"What? Kinky?"
"... open. Fun. Fucking amazing. Pick your adjective." Trusting, he wanted to add. He would have bet Sketchy two weeks' pay that, given their upbringing and their (essentially) fugitive status, Max would not allow any recording devices within a hundred feet of her naked body; it's a bet he apparently would have lost.
She fixed him with a lustful stare and angled the camera so that they'd both be in the shot. "Obviously we're going to have to hack this camera and pull out the incriminating stuff, but until then..."
The tips of her fingers, the same tips she'd crept into his pants to find the cord just an hour prior, now picked at the strings tying the two panels of her skirt together. Slower than he thought possible in his revved-up state, she pulled each string through the loops, one crossed row at a time.
"All clothes should be made with multiple ways to take them off," he commented, pupils dilating fraction by fraction with each row of laces removed. He could watch her strip all night. She could have shimmied out of the skirt, but she'd unlaced the sides, drawing it out.
"That would be so... smart," she teased. Again, she'd used part of her safe phrase, but not the whole thing, and he hung on every uttered syllable.
Finally, she pulled the string out of the final two holes and sat back in his lap, letting gravity hold up the panels.
"Any more layers in that fucking skirt?" he asked, arching his hips up a little to see if physics was his wingman today.
Rising onto her knees, the brunette X5 dropped into his lap sharply, causing one side of her skirt to peel away a bit. She pushed at his chest with her palms and folded over him to tongue a line down the middle of his torso. Nearing his belly button, she picked at the waist of his pants with her chin, and he rolled his hips. She nipped roughly at his abs, and while his excited breathing compressed his rows of stomach muscles, Max backed up a little more and let her finger nails rake down his chest.
"Mistress Maxie?" he asked lustfully. He was dying for control, and felt like he just might explode from her play.
She paused and looked up to him, tongue dipping into the waistband of the pants.
Bordering on painfully erect, Alec cursed the pants. He was pointing down when he laid on the bed, so the pants were tented into his right pant leg, which in his opinion was too far away from her mouth. He could break the chains easily, rip off their clothes and satiate her, but that's not what tonight was about.
"Yes, my very smart, disobedient Alec?"
Christ. She almost said the safe phrase again.
His eyes were wide, trying to drink in every possible second of her delicious torture before she decided she was done playing this game and left him tied to his bed, alone, with the achiest erection he'd ever had.
She kissed up his lower abdominal toward his belly button and sighed. He tested his own resolve. "What's the one thing you've been too shy or too afraid to ask your lover?"
The 'mistress' part muted momentarily, Max sat up. She flashed a glazed look, blushed a little at her chest, and then took a breath. "This is pretty much it," she said.
But he didn't believe her. "No way some light BDSM is your secret kink. Tell me what you were thinking just now, and I will make your wish come true. I will make you come so hard it'll feel like lightning shooting out your toes, like your whole body is coming. You'll have to bribe the sector police not to arrest you for breaking the noise ordinance."
She felt her cheeks heat up with the possibility and turned her head with a shy smile. She backed up off of him, the skirt panels slipping to the ground, and he watched her saunter out of the room in those little bikini panties and red corset top, swinging the door partly shut on her way out.
Suddenly, he felt nervous. Listening for the sound of the door knob turning or the light wooden front door slamming, he waited; however, no such noise came. What he did hear was a few of the chair legs whining against the floors followed by her high heeled footsteps as the climbed onto it.
"Mistress Maxie? What are you doing in there?" He gave this wrist cuffs a light yank, and the chains clanked against the rusty pipe.
"Mistress commands you, do not move!" she shouted from the kitchen.
She found whatever it was she was looking for and her heels clicked on her way back. She pushed the door open and he finally saw what she'd gone out there to get: a bottle of scotch he'd stolen months back from an underground distillery in Sector Three. Would have been expensive if he'd actually spent money on it.
Max's eyes shined with lust as she approached him.
"Trying to get the courage to tell me your wildest sexual fantasy?" His eyes lit up, too, and he almost brought himself to sitting position.
She set the capped bottle down on his bed, stepped out of her heels, and crawled on top of him. Once she settled in his lap, she reached under one arm to unzip one side of her corset. Then she moved to the other side.
Alec realized that's what he must have heard from the bathroom earlier that night, the two zipper noises. And like a Pavlovian response, his mouth started to water and he shut his eyes out of pure lust. He was about to have his own dream come true, and he wanted to commit it all to his memory, not just some flash drive camera.
"Look at me," she said authoritatively, and he complied. Max pulled the corset pieces from her body, freeing her breasts, their perfect round nipples pointing right at him. He licked his lips and tilted his hips up again, desperate for the friction.
Inching up his body, Max dragged her nipples against his chest and grabbed the bottle.
"What do you want me to do?" he choked out.
He would literally do anything she wanted at this point: fill her up with scotch and suck it out of her, stir it with his dick and have her lick it off or dip her nipples in it and he'd lick it off, or just have sex with scotch as their added lubricant. If she wanted to fuck in a bathtub full of scotch, he was down for that. He'd eat out her scotched-ass in a heartbeat. She could waterboard him with scotch while they screwed and he'd drown a happy man.
"You're going to grab my panties with your teeth and remove them, and then I'm going to impale myself on your tongue."
Ever the jealous-type, his dick throbbed in his open pants, eager to be unleashed and become part of the action. Wait your turn, he thought, laughing mentally. "And the liquor?"
Max rolled her hips into his lap and he pushed his head against the mattress. Couldn't she just grab his erection and point it upward, so he could feel her riding him?
"That would be your reward," she stated simply.
Oh, hell yes. "My reward for what, Mistress Maxie?"
"For finding my clit by taste alone."
He was up for the challenge. Very up. "Mistress Maxie, I humbly request you pull these goddamn pants down."
"No," she replied, and damn it, her refusal made him just a little harder. He'd never busted through the crotch of his pants before, but if she kept this up, there could be a first time for anything.
"Then come up here and sit on my fucking face," he ground out.
Her pupils eclipsed her irises then, and she crawled up, planting a knee to the side of his face, and grabbing onto the pipe for balance as her other knee settled on the other side.
Her scent was intoxicating, and he lifted his head enough to curl his tongue sideways around the center of her panties, bring it into his mouth, and bite down on the material, giving her lower lips a brief preview of what his tongue was about to do. She stood slowly, the little cloth sliding down her hips, her thighs, her shins, until she stepped out of them. She took them from his mouth and threw them off the bed somewhere.
Standing over him with her legs barely parted, she smiled confidently.
"Get the scotch ready," he promised, gripping the cuffs and chains tight to keep his hands from helping.
"No one tells Mistress what to do," she chided, reaching down to swipe at her own eager sex with her fingers. She bent and held her fingers just out of range of his lips, and his nostrils flared as he took in her scent, swerving his hips in hope of some kind of friction.
"Put your fingers in my mouth," he tried again. From his position, he could see her perky nipples, hard as diamonds.
"Ah-ah-ah," she sang. She smeared her liquid arousal on one nipple and returned to straddling his stomach. He did a quarter-crunch up to capture her nipple in his mouth and probe at it, desperate to taste her. She whimpered at his flicking muscle. A slick sucking noise popped as she backed out of his reach again.
"Max, I'm about to rip this damn pipe out of the wall," he said, eyes so dark with excitement that he was a hair's breadth from running on instinct alone. "Please come up here and wrap your thighs around my ears."
"No. Talking," she punctuated, leaning backward and allowing her fingertips to graze the crown of his length. He bucked up to meet her.
Alec groaned, frustrated, pulling hard at those chains until he felt one of the links open. "I guess you're just going to have to shut me-"
Max hopped up his chest in one bounce and, having just freed himself from the chains, Alec caught her by the rear end as she silenced him with her pussy. Right away, Alec's detective tongue worked up her slit until he found that little nub, and then swirled around it in slow circles, eliciting a sexy, low-throated moan, and true to her word, the next thing he felt was the wetness of the scotch mixing with her arousal, sliding between her folds and onto his face, nose, lips and tongue. He'd just discovered his new favorite blended malt.
"Ride me," he groaned, plunging his searching tongue deep and curling the tip inward. His nose rubbed against the front of her opening and more of that sweet liquor flowed over her, mixing with her taste. It became increasingly hard to breathe, but he didn't care; he could hold his breath for the better part of ten minutes. He held her to his face by her ass.
Max balanced on his face, thrusting her hips back and forth in a slow grind, while the tip of his tongue reached in as far as he could go.
"Oh my god, Alec," she pleaded, grabbing onto the pipe and feeling the pressure streak up her veins. "I'm close."
He paused enough to take a quick breath and instruct, "come on my tongue," before twisting it back into her.
And his gravelly, commanding voice was enough. Her muscles contracted and squeezed his tongue, a warm rush of pure energy starting at her center forking through her limbs, seeking egress out her fingers and toes. She threw back her head and screamed incoherent sounds while her whole body shook from pleasure and fireworks exploded behind her eyes.
Slowing the tempo, Alec finally released her legs and helped her down into his lap. He sat up, the act of which helped lay her on her back in front of him, her stomach still trembling with the aftershocks. The hand wrapped around that bottle of scotch lagged to the side of the bed where Max gently lowered it to the floor.
"Mistress Maxie," Alec said softly.
Max was blissed out in front of him, opened to him like a morning glory. "Yes, Alec?"
"Want to come like that again?"
Her eyes begged him to come closer. He pulled his knees under him and stalked up her legs, his lips rosy from the incredible orgasm he'd just given her.
Max's knees fell open and he settled in for round two.