The Alpha's Bondage

Soft Control

♛Harley♛

“I need a blue piece,” I said aloud as I scanned through the puzzle pieces. My shoulders were tight from leaning over the table all day. I rolled them back and set another piece in place.

“Stop pretending like you aren’t watching the door,” Nyra remarked, and I rolled my eyes.

“I am very busy,” I said, and I flipped another handful. But I also checked the clock. It had been another slow day without Archer. I hated that all I could do was sit around and wait for him. I wanted to go outside. I wanted to explore. I wanted to be with him. I left the puzzle and wandered into the kitchen. I put the kettle on to make some tea while I checked the fridge. I wasn’t really in the mood to cook, and I missed the option of ordering takeout. I missed biting into a cheesy burger. My stomach rumbled in response, but I shut the fridge and made myself a cup of tea instead. I wandered back over to the table and tried to look at the puzzle pieces from a different angle, hoping to see the piece I needed. I finally found the piece I had been looking for and slotted it with a small click that felt better than it should have. When five rolled around, I decided to treat myself to a bath.

“Preparing?” Nyra teased, but I ignored her. Just because I was taking better care of my appearance and my body didn’t mean anything. I turned the taps and let the tub fill; the sound of rushing water echoed in the quiet. Steam curled into the air, softening the edges of the room. I chose one of the bath bombs from the basket, lavender and vanilla, and dropped it into the water. It fizzed instantly, spinning in small circles, sending trails of purple and white across the surface until the whole bath glowed with a soft shimmer. The scent tickled my nose, warm and sweet, and it wrapped around me like a blanket. I shrugged off my clothes and slipped in slowly. The heat immediately hugged my skin, and I sank down until the water touched my collarbones. My tight muscles began to loosen, and the stress of the day drifted with each exhale. I rested my head against the edge of the tub and closed my eyes. I imagined Archer. His hands. His smile. His kisses. His touches.

“None of that,” I muttered as I opened my eyes and grabbed the washcloth. One thing was for sure: Archer took care of his women. The body wash felt smooth and luxurious on my skin. I took my time making sure I was squeaky clean. I drained the tub and then washed my hair with the hand-shower. Once I was done, I dried off and went into the bedroom to get dressed. This time, I opted for a soft pink matching silk set. Shorts and a buttoned top. I dried my hair and brushed it till it shone. Still, Archer hadn’t arrived. I headed into the kitchen and once again opened the fridge. I was in the mood for that cheesy burger, but I wasn’t interested in cooking. I decided to just grab a bowl of cereal instead. Bowl in hand, I got comfortable on the couch and turned on the TV. It was just after seven when I heard the door unlock. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn’t move.

“Hey,” he said as he joined me on the couch. I glanced at him and sighed softly. He looked beat. Another long day. “I have something for you,” he said as he handed over a wrapped box.

“Oh,” I said as I accepted it. For a moment, I felt weird. Was this the sort of thing he did for all his women? I took my time unwrapping the box, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the phone. “Thank you,”

“I already stored my number,” he said casually as he leaned back and got comfortable. “Only use it for me,” he added.

“Of course, thank you,” I said as I played around with it for a minute or two. Then I set it aside. “Rough day?”

“Not rough, just…long,”

“Are you hungry?”

“I ate already,” he said as he glanced at the bowl. “You?”

“Maybe next time you could bring me a cheesy burger?” I suggested as sweetly as I could. Archer chuckled as he nodded.

“Sure,” he said, and I watched him for a moment. He looked tired. Beat. His posture was relaxed, which made me feel like he felt safe enough to relax around me. I switched off the TV and got to my feet. Archer watched me closely, and I could see the hunger in his eyes.

“You got me a phone,” I said as I slowly undid the top button of my top. Archer nodded, but his gaze was glued to my hands. I undid another button. “I should thank you,” I purred. I tried to make my voice sound as seductive as possible, but his gaze shot to my face.

“No,”

“No?”

“I mean, I didn’t get it for you for that reason,”

“I know…and I get to choose how to thank you,” I teased. His expression softened, and then his gaze dropped to where I had undone another button. And another. And another until it fell open. Archer licked his lips, and I couldn’t help but tease as I turned my back to him. I glanced at him over my shoulder and winked. He groaned as he spread his legs and palmed his c**k through his jeans. I blushed as I shrugged off the top. Slowly, deliberately, I turned to him, and he growled. The sound washed over me, and there was no denying the excitement that started to wet my panties. His gaze went dark with lust, and I could tell he was holding back. I carefully slipped the shorts off and stepped out of them before I climbed onto his lap.

“You forgot something,” he whispered as he fingered the edge of my panties. I smiled as I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Oh? Did I?” I teased as I started to grind myself against him. I could feel his hardness, and it only excited me more. “Archer…” I breathed his name.

“Yes?”

“Take me,” I pleaded. But Archer didn’t move. He held my gaze, but he didn’t touch me. I pouted, and he smiled.

“Take me, Harley,” he said instead, and I paused. But then I understood. I hurriedly removed my panties while he pulled off his top. I tugged off his jeans before I climbed back onto his lap. But he stopped me. “Condom,”

“Right,” I said as I looked around. But Archer reached over and grabbed one from the side table drawer. I smirked, and then I silently vowed to search this whole place. It seemed he had every drawer stocked and ready. Archer rolled on the condom, and all he did was hold himself up so that I could sink on him. I moved slowly, taking him in inch by inch. He filled me so completely that I let out a low, slow moan of pleasure. It was a bit awkward at first, but then I found a rhythm that worked for both of us.

“f**k, Harley,” he whispered before he claimed my mouth as his. We kissed just as slowly as we moved. It was frustrating and perfect all at the same time. And maybe that was why my orgasm felt so much more intense. The build had been incredible, but the ecstasy was breathtaking. Archer followed soon after, and I shamelessly collapsed against his chest.

“Will you stay?” I asked.

“Yes,”

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