Warning: Not really a "noncon roleplay", because Alex doesn't pretend to resist or say no, but Olivia's dirty talk plays a little bit with humiliation and noncon in this sex scene. There's also mild use of a belt.

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Chapter Twelve:

It's tricky, but I manage to beat Alex home and put the finishing touches on the apartment before she gets there. I pick up the bedroom, dim the lights, and hop in the shower for the fastest scrub and shave of my life. My hair is still damp and clinging to my neck when I come out again, and the clock reads 6:15. On weekdays, she usually stays at the office until around six. I don't have much time left.

The shirt comes on first, just a plain tank top underneath my jacket. I'm not even sure if Alex will manage to get it off of me before I'm finished with her, but it's good enough. Then, the cock. That takes a little preparation, but remembering the way her ass looked while she was walking away from me this morning is enough to work me up. After a minute, the shorter end slides inside of me. I let out a soft grunt at the stretch, but relax once it's at the right angle.

Next comes a fresh pair of boxers. I don't want to bother with a harness, so I pull them on over top and tuck the shaft inside. I choose a new pair of pants, jeans that hug my hips a little too tight to be comfortable. It's not easy doing up the zipper, but it does leave me with a noticeable bulge that I know Alex will appreciate. Last is the belt. Black, long, and smooth with a silver buckle in the middle. It's her favorite. I wear it more than I use it, but I want tonight to be special.

I manage to switch on the stereo in the corner of the room just as I hear the front door open, and I hurry to queue up the right music. A swing band. I've always had a weak spot for jazz, and Alex did say she wanted to dance. It's definitely dancing music, even if this isn't what she originally had in mind.

I open the bedroom door and lean casually against the frame, striking a pose as she rounds the corner into the hallway. She freezes, does a double take. Her gaze runs up and down my body as the singer tugs through a mournful half-step. I can tell when she notices the swell at the front of my pants because her breath hitches and she tugs on her lower lip with her teeth.

"God, you're sexy," she blurts out. Not the most eloquent way she's put it, but right now, I don't care. Sexy is exactly what I was going for.

I push off the door and stalk over to her, seizing her wrist in one of my hands and pulling her against my chest. My cock rubs against the curve of her hip, and I feel her shiver in my arms. I don't blame her. The pressure makes my inner muscles throb around the piece inside of me.

Alex stares up at me, and a broken fragment of melody drifts out through the open bedroom door. 'Blue eyes smoky like an opium den...'

I couldn't have chosen a better song. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm addicted to the way Alex looks at me. She's staring up into my face with such need, such longing. Her irises are hazy with desire, her breathing is fast, and her lips are wet and full. So I kiss them. I kiss them until she's screaming into my mouth and I'm tearing at her skirt. I had planned to go slow, to drag her back to the bedroom and fuck her to the thumping rhythm of the bass, but her reactions pull at something deep in the pit of my gut. I need her.

It only takes me a few seconds to give up on the skirt. I flip it up and tear down the elastic of her underwear instead, completely ignoring her stockings as I back her up against the wall. I trap her there, slide a thigh between her legs. A streak of wetness paints the denim of my jeans an even darker blue. She doesn't say anything, just keeps staring up at me with those wide, sweet blue eyes. This time, I don't ask if she knows her safe word. I know she knows it, and I also know she doesn't want to use it right now.

I want to use my hands to hold her hips, but I can't fuck her through my jeans. I groan with impatience as I undo my belt. She gasps again, just a small hiss of breath, but it's enough. When I pull the belt off, I drive my knee harder between her legs and unthread the black leather through the loops. I double it over in my hand and trail the edge furthest from the buckle up along her thigh, teasing the bare strip of skin above her stockings. This time, she speaks. "Liv…"

It's a plea to keep going. I tap the strip of leather against her leg. It doesn't hurt her, but it does make a small cracking sound. She flinches, then melts. For a second, I think she's going to slide down the wall and collapse. I flick the belt against her a little harder. This time, I earn a high-pitched whimper. She arches her neck, offering her throat, and I yank aside the collar of her blouse, biting down hard on the exposed flesh. I want my mark to be there tomorrow, just barely showing through her makeup or hidden beneath a scarf.

She sobs when I let go, when I unlatch my teeth and drag the belt all the way back down to her knee. I even pull my thigh away, but her hips push forward, pleading for more pressure without words. I give her one last swat, directly between the legs this time. That nearly has her coming, and I can already see a trail of wetness running over her thigh.

I undo my pants as quickly as I can, flipping open the button and yanking down the zipper. It takes me a second to find the shaft of my cock underneath my boxers, but eventually, I manage to work it out. The seat is riding directly against my clit, and I'm already throbbing and hard against the ridges there.

When Alex sees the tan shaft jutting out from my boxers, she spreads her legs even wider. I couldn't ask for a better invitation, but instead of pushing my hips between her legs, I reach for her hands. I draw them up above her head, ordering her to keep them there with a look, and then press the belt directly over them. She tries to pull them away, and shivers when she realizes she can't move her arms without really struggling.

Even though it won't be easy to line things up, I decide to keep the belt where it is. I don't want to ruin the moment. I bend my knees a little, and she wraps one of her legs around my waist. Despite my worries, the tip of my cock lines up almost immediately. I look down, and this time, I'm the one that lets out a low gasp. She's swollen and glistening-red, pulsing open and waiting for me to take her. The hard bud of her clit is standing out proudly from its thin little hood, and the shaft underneath is twitching.

I don't wait for her to move. I thrust forward and force my way into her. She screams and throws her head back against the wall, fighting against the pressure of the belt as she clenches her hands. It doesn't do any good. I have her this time. And I'm going to have her. This is what she wants, and until she says the word, she's mine.

It only takes a few pumps to sink the rest of the way inside of her. She's so tight that I can feel her muscles pulling around the shaft. The little tugs vibrate all the way down to my clit. I need more pressure, more movement, so I start fucking into her, driving her back into the wall. Red swims behind my eyes. Why was it so hard for me to admit that I needed this before? Alex, soft and vulnerable and open to me. Writhing against me, beneath me. Taking everything I have to give. It's not the only thing I need, or even the most important thing, but it's something I want. Something I want so bad that I almost come inside of her after just a couple of thrusts.

I start to get confident. I remember all the things she's told me, all the things she's murmured against my chest in a halting, trembling voice in the middle of the night. I remember the words she wants me to say, and this time, they actually come out. "Fuck. You're so tight around my cock… you must be close." She thrashes, bucks, and a few strands of blonde hair catch in my lips, but I don't care. I'm right. She is close, maybe even closer than I am. I keep going.

"Are you really going to come like this? After just a few seconds? After I've hit you and fucked you against a wall?" The 'hitting' wasn't even hard enough to bruise or welt, nothing more than a soft red stripe that's already fading, but the word makes Alex flinch. Her inner walls ripple around me. She's balancing on the edge. I only need to say one more thing to set her off. "What kind of whore comes after being used that way?"

That does it. A loud cry rips from her throat, and her eyes snap shut. Her arms pull so hard that I drop the belt, and as soon as I do, her fingers are digging into the sleeves of my jacket, holding on as tight as she can. Warmth gushes out of her, soaking my jeans and ruining the tops of her stockings. It comes in short bursts, pushing out around the base of my cock until we're both covered in slippery heat.

Feeling her come is satisfying, but I need more. I thrust faster, harder, reaching down to hold her hips as I slam into her. She's had her turn, and I'm so close that I'm going to explode if I don't get mine. She goes limp against me, still trembling through her release. Her muscles keep twitching, pulling, tugging me deeper as she tries to force the pressure of her orgasm out. Her eyes open just a crack, and what I see there sends me flying. She looks like her entire world has just been shattered and rebuilt, and right now, I'm the only thing in it. I come, shouting her name and burying myself to the hilt inside of her.

My release is quick and brutal. All of the tension, all of the fullness, all of the ache explodes into her. My muscles seize. My clit jerks so hard against the base of my cock that I almost go numb. The tip can't stop throbbing. More wetness soaks through my boxers, but this time, it's mine. The only thing keeping me sane is the whisper of Alex's fingertips as they thread through the short hairs at the back of my neck. I come and come until I've emptied everything I have and the cock is nearly falling out, but even when I think I'm finished, her tight, velvety heat clutches around me. The seat drags over my clit again and draws out another round of hard aftershocks.

When I come back to myself, I realize that I've pulled out of her. Both of us are on the floor. There are a few stray spots on the carpet. Alex's skirt is soaked through the front, and so are my jeans. Her stockings are beyond saving. She's a limp, shaking mess as she loops her arms around my neck and collapses against me, but she's smiling so wide that her cheeks are flushed with the effort. The steady thump of Alex's heartbeat as she curls up on top of me is strangely soothing. "Liv, how did you…"

My throat is raw from screaming, but I answer anyway. "I listened. It's not like I had to be creative."

"No, but you had to be brave."

But I didn't feel very brave. It just… "It just felt right."

"Yeah." The soft curve of her cheek tucks against my shoulder. "It did."

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