He pushed her legs apart with his knees. Alexa felt him put one arm down next to her to support his weight, felt the warmth of his body close above hers, and then felt his free hand groping for her breast. She whimpered as he squeezed it, gently but firmly, to either side of the nipple, and whimpered again when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. He spent a little while teasing her nipples with his lips and tongue, bringing them erect, and then she felt him moving his hips as his cock sought her pussy in the dark. She acted unwilling, writhing and whimpering under him, drawing out the moment, but when she felt the head of his cock begin to slide up into her all she could do was gasp and toss her head side to side, as if in feminine despair.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” her voice came in high-pitched, breathy exclamations as he slowly, strongly and deliberately filled her. She kept tossing her head from side to side until Mike stopped her with one hand and held her still so that he could kiss her. She pretended to resist at first, but then gave in and began to kiss him back. Even then, she tried to act as if she didn't want to but her body was betraying her. She let his tongue explore her mouth at will, but she didn't use hers at all.
This was simple, basic, primitive, and incredibly thrilling. It was also very private, as if Mike wanted her all to himself. After all the public display of her body, the interested onlookers and eavesdroppers when she was used, this was something special, and just between her and Mike. She moaned feebly into his mouth, raised her knees a little and parted her legs a little further. Mike's weight on top of her, pinning her down in the pitch dark, the hard metal cuffs fettering her wrists behind her, and most of all, his cock sliding powerfully in and out of her, all these sensations combined to make her head spin. Will had never tried anything even remotely like this, so this had to be something Mike had come up with all on his own. She loved it! Without a collar, she was more like a prisoner, a captive woman rather than a collared female, being taken by her captor rather than being used by her master. She moaned again, louder, as Mike began kissing her neck and shoulder, still grinding away at her as she lay helpless beneath him. She felt an old, familiar feeling building up deep in her belly, and knew that Mike was going to make her come, and soon. She moaned again, and heard Mike grunt in reply. He didn't alter his rhythm or penetration at all, he just kept working away at her. She felt her orgasm coming, and thrashed around as best she could, as if trying to stave off her body's betrayal at the hands of her captor. Mike responded by pinning her shoulders down on the mat and raising himself up. She could feel him looming over her, even though she still couldn't see a damned thing, and then she came, shuddering and gasping and moaning as Mike kept doing exactly what he'd been doing all along. Maybe he'd intended to make her come again before he did, but the feel of her under him and the sound of her coming must have changed his mind. He quickened and deepened his pace. Alexa suddenly wished that her handcuffs were gone so that she could wrap her arms around him and pull him close. But at least her legs were free. She wrapped them around him, encouraging him. When she felt him shudder and groan as he came deep inside of her, she moaned in response, squeezing him as strongly as she could with her pussy and her legs.
***
“I have to leave here soon,” Mike said as they lay together on the mat. Alexa was still naked, but neither handcuffed nor collared at the moment. Mike was wearing the jeans and shirt he'd put on when he went to get some things, but not his boots. The little room was lit now by a battery-powered lantern that somehow mimicked the flickering of a gas or oil lamp. Besides that lamp, Mike had also brought some wine, bread and cheese for them to share.
“How soon?” Alexa asked, dreading the answer.
“Tomorrow,” Mike replied. “I know you still have some time here. If you like, I can arrange for you to move in to a hotel suite.” He took Alexa by the hand and looked at the bruises that the handcuffs had left on her wrist. “You can rest and recover there.”
“So this is good-bye?” Alexa asked. Her heart sank. She'd felt a connection with Mike almost from the moment she'd met him. She was sure that he'd felt it too, otherwise why would he have tracked her down and rescued her from the Andersons? Now she wished... she wasn't certain what she was wishing for, aside from more time here, with Mike. She'd known from the start that her time here was limited, but she hadn't anticipated these circumstances.
“It's not good-bye unless that's how you want it,” Mike answered. “Is that how you want it?”
“No!” Alexa replied emphatically. “Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow? You can't stay a little while longer?”
“I'm sure,” Mike told her. “I have a business to run. There are other people depending on that business besides me. I really don't want to, Alexa, but I've really got to go.”
“I understand,” Alexa said quietly. She looked down at the mat. She did understand. She didn't like it one damned bit, though.
“There's something I want you to do,” Mike said after a moment.
“What's that?” Alexa asked without looking up.
“You're going to be leaving here some time after I do,” Mike said. “What I want you to do is call me after you get home.”
“Call you?” Alexa looked up and into Mike's eyes. He appeared to be completely sincere.
“Yes,” he said. “I'll give you my home phone number. I have a cell phone, but I only use it for work.”
Alexa risked a smile. “I don't think you have a pen and paper with you,” she said. “And I don't have any pockets to put a note in anyway.”
Mike laughed. “I do have this,” he said as he took a piece of white blackboard chalk out of his shirt pocket. He used it to write out his phone number on the dark wood of the wall of the little room. Alexa's jaw dropped as she looked at it, and then she began to laugh.
“What?” Mike asked. “What's so funny?”
“Oh, Mike,” Alexa said as she stood up to give him a hug and a kiss. “You don't know where I live, do you?”
“No,” Mike admitted. “Why?”
“I have a home phone too,” she said. “We have the same area code! We live in the same city!”
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