The Immortal Alpha

Chapter 45

The sound of the door knob turning took me out of my thoughts, which were mostly about what he was going to do to me.

"I give you thirty minutes to pick the things you'd like to use or tryout." He said in a stern, firm voice. A shiver ran down my spine and a smile formes on my face.

Oh how I've been waiting for this moment.

I stood up and glanced back, only to find him leaning on the door and watching me intently. I smirked and walked to where the crops were. I ran my hand through them,and returned to do it again, looking for the one that felt right,and I picked one of the medium lengths, it was made out of leather, like the rest, but what caught my eye about it was the initials right at the tip of it. His initials.

Next was the vibrators. I dared myself to be brave, and I picked the one I believed to have the highest power.

I put everything I had picked and set them neatly on a the side of the four poster bed;cuffs, vibrator, whip, crop, dildo, lubricant, gag and a blindfold.

I climbed on the bed, making sure to push my ass back, just a bit while crawling to where two silky pillows where. Seating with my legs wide open I looked at him. He was still at the door, eyes fixed on me, and I could swear they weren't blue anymore.

"I'm yours tonight." I said confidently as he walked towards the bed. Somehow walking in slow motion.

Give me strength.

I send a silent prayer.

"I trust you." I continued. His eyes were fixed on mine, digging into my soul. I swallowed. He smirked. "You can do whatever you want with me." He had started walking around the bed, maybe studying me. I don't know. But he made me feel hot, I felt like I was on fire and my sex wouldn't wait to welcome him.

He now stood at the foot of the bed, and a smile played on his lips, before he launched at me, pulling me to the edge of the bed and taking off the thongs in a second. My back ached dangerous as he began to feast my already wet sex.

He flicked my clit up and down, in circle. "Yes, just like that." I moaned, pushing my sex to him. I hummed as he inserted two of his fingers in,with his tongue doing horribly good things to my clit.

The thrust of his fingers felt good but not as good  as what I had been graving for the past week. "Nick, please!" I moaned as a tears fell from my eyes. Most certainly happy tears. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." I cried, as my breathing became heavier and legs shaking uncontrollably.

The familiar warmth travelled from my center to the tip of my toes to my very wet and finger stuffed pussy.

"Nick."
I  cried, as my back arched,my walls gripping his fingers for dear life, I released in his hand. He gave a low satisfied grunt, his finger never leaving my insides as I rode my orgasm out.
I would have done with a few minutes break but he didn't. His fingers started moving at a steady tempo, building my excitement all over again.

He started kissing me up, slowly. As if savouring the taste of my skin when adorned with sweat.

"I can never get enough of you." He said in a deep husky voice, looking down on me. I felt hot under his gaze. Tiny under his massive body. I felt his fingers move out of me and a disappointed grunt involuntarily got released from my lips. He smirked and licked his fingers clean.

I looked at him eyes wide, mostly from shock and for some reason it was oddly pleasing to see that he liked the way I tasted.

"You taste so good." He said diving in for a hungry kiss. The room felt hot, small, empty, like there was nothing else but us.

I reached for his pants to release what I wanted, needed like I needed air in my lungs. I wanted him.

He toll hold of my hands and pinned above my head. "No." I whined in his mouth. He made a throaty laugh, as if marveling in my desperation. He gave me a little peck and moved away, reaching for the cuffs. My eyes widened, and I swear I soaked the sheets as realization hit me. He was finally going to pump life into my already fruitful womb.

He cuffed my hands, pulling on the cuffs lightly to insure if they were secure and they were. My eyes never left his and his never left mine. The level of trust was undescribable. I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. That I was safe.

The shifting of fabric brought me back from dream land, and I felt something touch the lower stomach and it wasn't his hand.

I dared to looks down.

It was angry, engorged, almost looked darker than when I first saw it. I could see the precum glistening on the tip. I hungrily licked my lips. My pussy throbbed. At that moment it felt dry, but I knew it was nowhere close to being dry.

He held it, his hand going around it. The veins became even more evident. He placed a hand on the side of my right thigh, as if to reassure me. I looked at him, in his eyes. He caressed the area and in a swift move, he entered me. With every inch I sucked in a breath. He growled and grunted in pure Bliss.

I pushed my hips to hip, taking his whole shaft. He pinched me.

I guess that's not how he imagined it going.

"Don't." He said sternly, in a deep hungry voice. "I will be fucking you tonight." Where his last words before he started thrusting. "Nike!"  I kept saying in needy moan.  I went from pleading to crying and screaming to humming and calling out his name like every fiber in my body owed it's existence to him,as he flipped me over and over. Pumping me with life over and over.