Steam on the Mirror

Revenge P3: Snap

~~ALEKS POV~~

I smiled in satisfaction over my shoulder as I watched James expression change from one of lust to one of eagerness to one of even slight anger. I turned my head back around and looked straight ahead as I pulled my shirt of agonizingly slow. When it was off, I flicked it somewhere else in my room and put my arms above my head, flexing and stretching. I smiled again at nothing as I heard a little noise leave James mouth, somewhere between a whine and a growl.

I turned to face him and took my time walking over, smiling in another silent victory as his eyes couldn't seem to stay in one place and there was an obvious strain in his pants. I caught myself staring at it and growing even harder and snatched my eyes back, refusing to give in this early.

I took a few more steps then got onto the bed, with my knees at either sides of his hips. I was straddling him, and his struggle was a tie between trying to tug forward and kiss me or grinding up to me, both proving to be difficult. I didn't place myself directly on his hard-on for two reasons:

1- This was meant to tease him, not to give him satisfaction... yet

2- I'd probably give up because of how good it would feel.

I  wiggled my ass a little bit, slightly brushing it and biting my lip as a moan was torn from his throat. He then looked up at me with mock-hate and complete warning. He was letting me know with his eyes what was to come after I untie him.

"Jamie, don't struggle. It'll just be worse in the end."

"For you..." He said silkily, making my eyes widen. Shit, focus. Not yet. Don't give just yet.

"Are you threatening me? Because you can't make threats you won't go through with." I retorted, trailing hands down his tanned torso, clothed by one of his favorite graphic tees. I chuckled darkly as he visibly shivered under my touch. He quickly regained his composure, shooting words back at me. 

"What makes you think I won't go through with my threats Aleksandr?" I shivered at the full use of my name. "It'll only be just a matter of time..." He trailed off.

I was sick of his back talk. Let's go a bit further, shall we? I trailed light kisses all over his chest, moving down to his abdomen, soon reaching his v-line that was slightly poking out from the bottom of his shirt. I know the intrusion of the fabric is killing him, and that's exactly why I'm keeping it there.

Here's when I saw new side of James.

He was whining, twitching, and almost begging out loud for me to stop. He was looking up at me pleadingly, looking like a child trying to coax his mother to get him a candy bar. He looks so fucking cute right now, and I don't think I'll ever see him like this again. So let's keep him like this for a little more.

I scooted up on his stomach, still straddling him, and bent down to kiss him. He tried once again to surge forward, but I knotted my hands in his hair and pushed him against the headboard. I kissed his jaw, almost feather-like, and nudged it with my nose. I then bent down to the crook of his neck, nuzzling him, breathing in the scent of him.

I remembered where his sweet spot was from our last encounter, and I went to it reluctantly, hovering over it, just breathing. I felt him tense as my breath drifted across the sensitive little patch of skin. I pushed my lips down very slightly, not a full on kiss, but just enough for him to feel it. That slightest pressure even earned a moan out of him. I smugly realized he was hyper-sensitive with help of my new mutual friend, Viagra. He hasn't snapped yet...

Well, looks like I'll have to do this. I'll just need to bite my tongue and refuse to feel pleasure for a moment, I thought to myself as I scooted lower, closer and closer to his throbbing member.

I sat straight on it, biting my tongue like I said. I tasted a bit of blood in my mouth, but I didn't care. Just keep going. I rowed my hips backward as slow as molasses, then rocked back forward just as slow. But the grind was quite hard, and I couldn't help but breathe out in pleasure. I'm sure he can't hear me, though.

James was actually begging now, moaning, pleading for me to stop and to just let him fuck me already. "Aleks! Please, please just untie me. I-I can't stand this! Just please, I can't take it!" But I'm more than sure that he can last a bit longer. I grinded again, accidentally rubbing us together. Even through layers of fabric, it felt amazing.

I can admit it, me teasing James is teasing myself just as well. I want him to fuck me right now, too. But I'm not finished with my revenge yet. I couldn't help but moan out. I then heard James audibly gasp and bite his lip as a moan escaped through. I almost forgot about his little weak spot.

A smile painted across my face as my new plan formed. I crawled off of him, then sat opposite of him to where I can see him fully. I was at the foot of my bed while he was at the head, and I began to go through my next little process.

I hissed out as I licked my hand and dragged it down my body, refusing to crack a smile as James kept struggling harder. I slowly flicked open the button of my jeans and pulled them down, not undoing the zipper, and enjoying another reaction from him as my pants pulled down my boxers a little as well. I tossed them over my shoulder, hearing them land somewhere unknown. I groaned out as I tugged and played with the elastic.

Hmmm... He was still struggling, but he didn't seem completely sent over yet. Just a little further. Just a little, then you untie him.

My hands went downward and I grabbed myself through the restricting fabric. "Mmmh... James..."

Here's when I saw another new side of James.

He completely lost his shit. He yelled out, pushed past his point. He struggled as hard as he ever could, and what he did next was unimaginable and I thought it was damn near impossible.

I heard ripping noises, then three simultaneous snaps as his hands came free from behind his back. Holy shit. I'm so fucked. I'm gonna die tonight...

 He then tore his shirt off, and I'm not exaggerating when I say tore. His pants and boxers were soon to follow, and he was completely naked, his enormous dick springing free. Shit, shit, oh shit.

He latched his hands onto my shoulders, tugging me down underneath him, making me yelp at the ferocity and quickness of his movements. Before he placed himself between my legs, he pulled off my boxers as well. With his hands in each crook of my knee, he spread my legs as far as they could go and I blushed, full of embarrassment.

He leaned forward, instantly biting my sweet spot. I screamed out, enjoying the pain as well as the pleasure. He moaned and grinded his bare cock against me.

"Aleks. Oh, poor dear. You are so fucked, Aleksandr. So fucking fucked."  He growled, biting me again and squeezing every part of my body roughly, surely leaving bruises.

"P-please..." Was I begging him to be gentle? Fuck no.

(A/N: Here's the ALEKS POV! But the next part will be alternating like normal. Thank you everyone for waiting patiently. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed this part. Feel free to comment, constructive criticism and positive feedback is always welcome! Thank you, darlings :3 <3 Domo)