The Alpha's Bondage

Quiet Power

♛Harley♛

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I said, and he watched me closely. I waited to see if he would change his mind, but he didn’t. I watched as his shoulders lifted and fell as he tried to breathe like a normal person. Only, it didn’t quite work. He looked pale and sweaty. Hunger burned in his eyes, and my own pulse answered it. Heat slid over me, but it didn’t frighten me.

“I am hungry,” he admitted again, and the taste of those words was rough.

“I know,” I whispered as I finally reached for his zipper. Archer watched me with hunger-filled eyes as I lowered the zipper and popped the button of his jeans. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, but I was. I was even more surprised at how his gaze felt like a caress. I carefully pulled him free, and again, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Archer was thick, long, and painfully hard. His tip glistened, and I wrapped my hand around his shaft.

“Harley…” my name fell from his lips with a desperation that rolled over me. I was in control. And the power of that surprised me. It wasn’t surrender. It was something more. I glanced up at him, and his storm-colored eyes held mine. As hungry as he was, he was here with me in this moment.

“May I?” I asked. We had discussed consent, and for some reason, I needed to hear him say it again.

“Yes,” he growled out the word, and it made me shiver. I leaned in and stuck out my tongue to lick the drop of precum that clung to the tip of his c**k. And it was in that moment that I saw him give in. His jaw clenched, and his chest hitched as he almost reached for me. He stopped himself, his fingers hovered in the air for a moment. I licked and tongued the tip of him while I held him firm in my grasp. Archer didn’t make a sound, but his body was tense and alive with hunger. I took my time getting to feel him and learn what he enjoyed and what he didn’t. When I opened my mouth and took him in, Archer growled with pleasure. I sucked, slow and soft at first, but then as the heat grew between us, I sucked harder. I took him in deeper, feeling the weight of him against my tongue. It was erotic, and when I looked up at him, I saw the fire in his eyes.

“Archer,” I whispered around him.

“I’m here,” he said as he finally reached for me. His fingers ran through my golden blonde hair, and I tensed up for a beat of a moment. But he didn’t pull. He didn’t tug. He didn’t even try to guide me. He just kept running his fingers through my hair, and it was a sensation that urged me on. I felt his body relax, and that power washed over me again and again. The harder and deeper I sucked on his length, the more powerful I felt. I was the one on my knees, but he was under my control. I controlled his pleasure, and I swear that went to my head. My free hand slid down my own stomach, and I pressed my palm between my thighs. I did not hide it. I wanted him to see. And he watched, as if it hurt him to keep breathing. My hips rolled against my own hand, and pleasure answered in a low wave. It surprised me how natural it felt to take what I wanted while I gave him what he needed.

“Hmm,” I hummed as I felt his c**k thicken in my mouth. I doubled my efforts, and then I felt a sharp tug on my hair.

“If you don’t want it, stop,” he warned. I didn’t stop. I sucked harder while I rubbed myself faster. I wanted to reach that high with him. “f**k!” Archer roared as he erupted. He was vocal and unashamed. His release rushed through him like relief that touched bone. His whole body changed shape around it. The lines of strain smoothed. The hunger that had lived under his ribs since the morning finally lay down. I was right there with him as I cried out in pleasure. I tasted him, and that urged me on. It made the moment even more intense than I could have ever imagined. And it felt like it lasted forever. I licked and sucked him clean before I leaned back. Archer gazed at me in wonder for a long time.

“I hope…that was ok,” I managed to say as I got to my feet. He slumped back against the couch and laughed under his breath, a raw, disbelieving sound, like he had been given back a piece of himself he thought might be gone forever.

“More than ok…thank you,” he said, and when I met his gaze, I could see the clearness in his eyes. The hunger was still there, but sated. At least for now. I felt that powerful control slip back into place, and I smiled. But Archer’s gaze lowered to my perky breasts and hard n*****s that strained against the fabric of my t-shirt. And lower still to the dampness between my legs. “Next time,” he whispered, and I blushed.

“Next time,” I agreed. “Now…um…” I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I hadn’t put him away, and Archer didn’t seem like he was in any rush to do it either. His c**k twitched under my gaze, and I coughed as I forced myself to move. I went into the kitchen and took out two bottles of water. When I returned, Archer had put his c**k away and zipped up his pants. Thankfully. I wasn’t entirely sure what it all meant, but the heat between us couldn’t be normal. Could it? Something had changed, though. His expression had darkened, and his eyes had a faraway look. I handed over one of the bottles, which he accepted.

“Thanks…ah…” he stood and looked around. “I will be back in the morning…and we can…” his voice trailed off, and it was strange that he was now avoiding eye contact. “That was great, Harley, thank you,” he then said as his eyes finally met mine. “And it helped, but I need more,”

“Sure,” I glanced over at the white door.

“In the morning,” he said, and I tried to hide the disappointment that filled me. He didn’t say another word, and then he was gone. I stood alone in the living room, and I suddenly felt different. I tried to shake it off. This was what I had agreed to. This was what I would have to get used to.

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