The Stranger

Chapter 6 - Alex

She was on all fours, perched on the edge of the bed like a gift. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, wrists still bound from earlier. I took her in, this beautiful, submissive woman waiting for me—trusting me.

She'd done so well tonight, every reaction of hers more perfect than I'd expected. She'd listened, she'd obeyed, and she'd held herself open, letting go of everything in my hands. Tonight, she deserved a reward, and I'd savour every second of giving it to her. I moved closer, catching a shiver ripple over her skin as I leaned in.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I murmured, letting my fingers skim the curve of her backside, my touch light, teasing.

"Red," she whispered, her voice coated in desire.

I smiled. "Good girl," I said, my voice low. I let my hand settle firmly over her, grounding her. "Tell me what you want, Cassandra."

Her body tensed as she inhaled, her voice softer, needier, almost pleading. "I want you to fuck me."

I stilled, letting the tension hang in the air.

"Excuse me?"

She breathed in sharply, catching herself, and I could practically feel the way she ached for release. "Please," she whispered, "fuck me, Sir."

Perfect.

But tonight wasn't about quick release, and I wasn't ready to give in so easily. "Twice now you've forgotten to call me Sir," I said, watching the way her body tightened, her spine arching in anticipation.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, breath catching as I slid my hand to the base of her spine. Her body was warm, pliant, craving. I brushed my thumb down, let my fingers linger on her skin, and she gasped.

"Good girl."

I lifted my hand and brought it down, watching the way her body accepted, absorbed, almost pulled my touch into her. "One," I said, feeling her tremble as she bit down on her lip, a quiet moan escaping.

I spanked her again, just a little harder. "Two," I counted, running my hand over the warmth rising in her skin. She barely made a sound, but her breathing gave her away.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her toward me, enough to feel her resistance before she relaxed, let me guide her. I pressed my mouth to her neck, breathing her in, letting her scent—a mix of sweetness and desire—settle into me. Her skin tasted perfect, a mixture of salt and the unspoken surrender I craved. I slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder and kissed the delicate line I'd exposed. She pressed back against me, moving her hips in a subtle rhythm, her body speaking its own language, pleading.

I reached behind her, unclipping her bra with one smooth motion, letting it fall to her wrists. She arched again, breasts bare, her skin flushed.

"You are beautiful, Cassandra," I whispered against her ear, letting my teeth graze her earlobe. She gasped, a low, desperate sound, and I let my hands run down to grip her hips, holding her steady. I didn't want her writhing yet. She'd feel me on my terms.

"Whose ass is this?" I murmured, letting my hand roam over the curve of her, taking my time.

"Yours," she said, a low moan.

I paused, tightening my grip. "Tsk, tsk," I whispered in her ear. "It's yours, Sir. Don't make me remind you again."

I released her hair, letting her sink back into position, and moved beside her. My fingers wound around her hair again, gently but with enough pressure to keep her in place. I let my palm hover over her ass, heat radiating between us.

"What is your safe word?" I asked, tone firm.

"Red, Sir," she replied, her voice steady, tinged with need.

"Count with me," I commanded, bringing my hand down again, this time a fraction harder, pushing the limits, letting her voice guide me.

"One," she breathed, the faintest tremor in her voice. I waited a beat before striking again, observing, reading her body.

"Two." Her voice was a mixture of pleasure and pain, layered and heady. I waited longer, shifting my grip, hearing her breathing change.

"Three. Four." Her voice shook, her body reacting, leaning into my touch, testing her limits. That was enough. I pressed my mouth to her reddened skin, letting her feel the warmth of my lips soothing her.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, her voice laced with relief, and I smirked, loving every second of her submission.

"You've been such a good girl tonight," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "So perfect."

I ran my hand down, slipping between her thighs, and felt her wetness coat my fingers. She was ready—more than ready. I spread her open, just enough to find her clit, and I began to circle, slow, deliberate, dragging each sensation out as her breath hitched. Her mouth opened, and she trembled, already on the edge.

Just before her release, I stopped.

"Please, Sir," she whispered, the desperation cracking through her voice. "Please, I need you."

"Yes," I replied, taking in the way she practically melted at my words. I stripped off my jacket, my shirt, every barrier between us until I was pressed against her, hard and ready. I knelt, opened the drawer beside the bed, and grabbed a condom, rolling it on with one hand as I leaned forward, my mouth finding her again. She tasted perfect, and I let my tongue drag over her clit, feeling her pulse against me.

She breathed harder, grinding against my tongue, her whole body begging for release, and I pulled away just as she started to crest, leaving her teetering on the brink.

"No," I said. "You don't come until I say so."

"Please, Sir," she moaned. "I need to come."

I moved behind her, pressed my cock against her, sliding in slowly. Her back arched, her body accepting me, pulling me deeper, and I grabbed her hips, using them as leverage. I began to thrust, each stroke steady, filling her, and she was on the edge again, her moans breaking with every move.

"Not yet," I said, pulling out to turn her over. Her wrists were freed now, and I undid her blindfold, watching her eyes as she looked up at me, breathing heavily.

Her lips parted as I entered her again, hard, and she moaned, her hands finding the back of my neck. I lifted her ankles to my shoulders, deepening each thrust, feeling her tighten, her body barely holding back.

"Please, Sir, can I come? Please?" Her moans became louder, her voice unraveling.

"Yes," I said, and the word barely left my mouth before her body surrendered, her eyes locked on mine, her moans filling the room. She pulled me closer as her orgasm shuddered through her, and I let go, following her, buried deep as we finished together, our bodies locked, our breathing intertwined.

I held her until her body relaxed, and when she finally dropped onto the bed, I got up, moving to the bathroom. When I returned, she was asleep, peaceful and spent. I covered her with the sheets, tucking a pillow beneath her head, then lay down beside her, watching her, feeling the quiet contentment settle in.

Tonight, she was all mine.