Kinktober: Alex/Maggie One-Shots

Day 9 - Bondage and Exhibitionism/Brat

Day 9 – Bondage and Exhibitionism/Brat

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the New York skyline. Alex Levy's penthouse apartment, with its floor-to-ceiling windows, was bathed in that soft, fading light, each reflection of the cityscape mirrored in the glass like an endless view of possibilities. But for Alex, those possibilities had narrowed down to one.

She was being a brat. On purpose.

Maggie Brener, sitting across the room with her arms folded and a bemused smirk on her face, could see it in Alex's every move. The way Alex leaned against the couch, her legs stretched out provocatively, her eyes locked on Maggie's but with that teasing, defiant glint that always signaled trouble. The tension in the room was thick, and Alex was pushing her limits.

"I told you not to test me tonight," Maggie said calmly, though her voice carried an edge that told Alex she was teetering on the precipice of something more intense.

Alex raised an eyebrow, smirking as she tilted her head, her hand lazily trailing over the hem of her silk robe. She deliberately let the robe fall open a bit more, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh as she stretched luxuriously on the couch, her eyes daring Maggie to react. "You can't really expect me to behave all the time, can you?" she asked, her tone playful, but with a hint of challenge.

Maggie's gaze narrowed, and she stood up, her slow, deliberate movements a stark contrast to the fiery impatience now coursing through Alex. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Maggie asked, her voice low as she crossed the room, the sound of her heels tapping on the hardwood floor echoing through the apartment.

Alex didn't respond right away, instead biting her lip as she held Maggie's gaze, refusing to back down. She liked pushing Maggie, loved the way the tension built between them until it reached a breaking point. Alex thrived on control—whether she had it or was forcing Maggie to take it from her.

"Maybe," Alex teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe I just like seeing how far I can push you."

Maggie stopped right in front of her, standing tall and authoritative. She reached down, gripping Alex's chin between her fingers and forcing Alex to look up at her. The fire in Maggie's eyes was unmistakable, and Alex's heart skipped a beat as that familiar thrill shot through her.

"You're not in charge here, Alex," Maggie said firmly, her voice dripping with dominance. "And tonight, I'm going to remind you of that."

Alex shivered, her heart racing in anticipation, but she wasn't ready to give in. Not yet. "We'll see about that," she quipped, her voice soft but defiant.

Maggie's eyes darkened, and without another word, she grabbed Alex's wrist, pulling her up off the couch with swift precision. Alex gasped, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden movement, but the excitement was unmistakable in her eyes.

Maggie led Alex toward the windows, the massive expanse of glass offering a breathtaking view of the city below. The skyline stretched out in all directions, the lights twinkling as the city came alive for the night. But Maggie wasn't focused on the view outside.

With a firm tug, Maggie spun Alex around, pressing her against the cool glass. Alex's breath hitched as her hands instinctively braced against the window, the chill of the glass a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with the thrill of being so exposed—anyone with a pair of binoculars could see them from the neighboring buildings.

"You really want to play games, don't you?" Maggie whispered into Alex's ear, her hands roaming over Alex's hips, sliding up to the knot of her robe.

Alex bit her lip, the thrill of the situation making her pulse race. "Maybe," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She was being a brat, and they both knew it. But Alex loved this—pushing Maggie to the edge, seeing just how far she could go before Maggie took complete control.