Entice

Two weeks.

That’s all the time Faye had left with Alex before he was off, off for three months, touring and meeting new people and making memories that she wouldn’t be a part of. Don’t get her wrong; she loves that he loves his job and never has she been jealous of his career. But now that he’ll be gone—for three fucking months—and she won’t be there to hold his hand for moral support…

Fuck. It’s hard to deal with.

She has to take deep breaths as she continues to pepper the filet she was currently sizzling in the pan, shaking her head as she moves her wrist back and forth expertly so the fleshy meat would soak up as much butter at the bottom as possible.

She’d never been this upset when he’d left before. But now that they were sleeping together she suddenly had a clinging issue?

Well. It would only make sense, kind of. He was the best sex she’d ever had.

To go without those orgasms for twelve weeks straight? Fucking torture.

Faye reminds herself that this was the only reason she was upset about his leaving. She didn’t have too big of an emotional attachment. She was his experiment and nothing more—she wasn’t his girlfriend or even his submissive for God’s sake. She was his best friend and the girl he liked to tie to the headboard for kicks and shits.

Nothing more.

In order to distract herself from these pending thoughts, she grabs for two plates and sets of silverware, waiting for the fish to finish popping as she slides stacks of green beans onto each white surface. Then she adds the scalloped potatoes topped with the cheese sauce before finally cutting the filet in two and distributing equal pieces for Alex and herself. He would be home any minute and she wanted to get dinner out of the way as soon as possible so she could have him all to herself.

She flattens out the outfit she was wearing, suspecting the second he walked in he would immediately know she was pulling something. Which was more than obvious—judging by her tight v-neck cut to her cleavage and the spandex high-waist shorts she was sporting; it was clear she was using her body to her advantage.

And she knew it was one sure-fire way to get him all riled up.

Moments later, as her back was turned toward the kitchen counter so she could pour their glasses of wine, she hears their front door open and close. Whenever he came back from going places, her heart would turn into a racing horse. Waiting behind the closed gate, poised to burst off in a pulsing rhythm the moment they opened. And when Alex came home, those white fences would push forward and so would her heart, sprinting faster and faster until it was stuck in her throat.

“Mm,” he hums, his lilting voice already causing electric currents to run their icy course up and down her spine. “Smells delicious. What’s the occasion?” He presses an idle kiss to her shoulder as he passes, not even taking notice of her outfit.

Faye chuckles to herself, knowing she had to give him time to realize. “Wanted to do something nice,” she replies nonchalantly. “You’re leaving in two weeks and I want to soak up as much quality time as possible.” She brings the two now-full glasses to the table, setting their alcohol down with a bend at the waist so her ample ass was tucked out with an open invitation.

Alex freezes as he looks back at his little Faye again, his cock straightening and his attention reaching its height.

Her legs spread to shoulder width, her middle bent halfway over the table as if she were just begging him to press her front to the brown surface, knocking down perfectly good plates and cups in order to take what was his. And to top it off, the icing on the cake, those shorts she was wearing were highlighting the round of her cheeks perfectly. Pushing up the most ample part of her ass.

Dilated eyes. Labored breathing.

“Faye.”

“Hmmm?”

“Stay put.”

Faye’s body tightens up instantly, her front staying parallel to the dining table. The beating against her neck increases tenfold, pounding against the wall of her throat as if it were a broken metronome. She attempts to swallow, but can’t find the saliva to get the deed done. So she opts for breathing heavily.

“Why?” she questions on a whisper, her chest too constricted with excitement for her to really muster up a strong voice.

She hears his jacket slide off his upper body, the fabric making a fft noise as it is strewn over the back of a chair. Her elbows that were holding her up start to shake as she then hears a growl crescendo slowly, starting from deep in his stomach before trailing up through his chest until it was like an animalistic call coming out of his esophagus.

And without even knowing he had moved across the expanse of their kitchen, she feels two overwhelming hands on her ass, pressing fingertips into the rounds of her cheeks, digging nails into the stretch of skin connecting her bottom to her thighs.

A tight moan weasels pass her lips.

“Nice outfit,” he mutters, that buttered gravel voice of his making her cream right then and there. “My little Faye is starting to gain some courage, isn’t she? Wearing clothing to get me aroused.” He tsks softly as if chastising her. A swift smack is delivered to her left cheek. She rebounds forward before coming back, knowing if she pulled away from him for too long that he’d be unhappy. “I don’t think a punishment is needed, but you were practically begging for me to spank you right here. Such a tease using yourself against me. Very naughty of you, baby girl.”

Those last two words cause small whimpers to fall off her tongue like rain drops, making Alex smile. He loved finding new things to say that made her more and more aroused, finding new ways to get her right to the brink of pleasure before disallowing her to tip over the edge. It was the perfect way to stretch her beyond her limits.

“The second we finish dinner, you are to remove these clothes. Understood?”

Faye felt as if her knees were going to completely give out from under her. But she makes her head stop spinning as she answers. “Understood.”

Alex doesn’t hesitate to give her one quick power tap to her covered pussy, making her shaking legs just about buckle. But he catches her effortlessly, wrapping an arm around her waist before settling her into her usual chair at the table. As he finally makes eye contact with her, their lips find each other easily in a heated kiss. They’d seen each other only six hours prior but to both it had felt like weeks.

“How was your day?” he begins as he sits across from her, feeling her foot massage at his calf right away. He smiles with a small glare but allows it.

“Great. I watched some more Breaking Bad. Got a crazy phone call from my boss about some files that were lost. But we found them so all is good.”

Alex grins wide at her lifting voice. She had this incredible way of talking—where she would go up and down on her words based on what she was saying at that moment in time. But it was intriguing, like she knew what was important and what were just her irrelevant rantings. Which she had a lot of.

“What about you?” Faye asks, smiling over at her roommate.

Alex picks up his fork and knife, cutting into the soft fish she had prepared for them. He takes a thoughtful bite, chews, then swallows it down before answering. “We got the last logistics worked out for the new tour,” he says matter-of-factly as he grabs for his wine. She watches him with steady eyes. “We’re going to every state and performing in some of them twice. The usual.” He sips at the bitter drink, narrowing his eyes at her level stare. She averts her gaze, biting down into her green bean. “What?”

Faye shakes her head. “Nothing,” she answers softly. A throat clears and hands smooth over the napkin in her lap. “I just love watching you talk.”

“Funny,” he says with a cheeky grin. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

Both of them share a pensive look before they return to eating, keeping their thoughts to themselves as they make random chatter about whatever here and there. The second Faye’s fork drops to her plate in finality, Alex stands to grab for the now-empty dishes.

“Little one,” he calls to her over his shoulder. “Are you wearing a bra?”

“No.”

“Good girl.”

Recently, Alex had requested that she no longer wear said undergarment while the two of them were home alone. Faye at first found it weird of him to demand such a thing of her, but it then dawned on her—her breasts were one of his favorite things about her. As trivial and possessive it sounded, he wanted access to them at all times. And anyway, what girl likes to wear her bra 24/7? Now she has an excuse to be able to take it off the moment she walks in the door. That’s just an added bonus.

As he drops the dirty glassware into the sink, Faye remembers what he had told her to do after they had finished eating. After returning her napkin to the table, she gets to her feet and begins to tug down her black shorts. They pool at her bare feet and she doesn’t hesitate in stepping out of them.

Alex grins to himself as he hears Faye do as she was told; as much as fun as it was to spank her when she didn’t listen, it was even better to have her focus and obedience.

He felt like a pre-teen boy with his cock straining against his zipper and his head spinning messily. He was going to explode and she hadn’t even touched it yet. Fuck. He really hoped he could last.

“You’ve really become quite the compliant little thing,” the shifting man remarks as he finishes rinsing off their plates, grabbing for the towel beside the sink to dry off his hands. “Are you happy, Faye? I want to make sure that this is something you are happy with. Not something where you are just playing along.”

“I am happy,” she replies genuinely as she finishes undressing by sliding out of her panties. She was now naked, as usual, goosebumps rising on her skin. “I’m constantly nervous around you, but happy nonetheless.”

Alex frowns and turns around abruptly to look at her.

He ignores her nudity, having seen her naked plenty of times at this point, and walks swiftly over to her. “If you ever feel nervous around me, I want you to tell me immediately,” he says with a firm voice, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek. He rubs his thumb over her skin, making sure she kept eye contact with him. “This isn’t going to work if you ever feel uncomfortable even in the slightest. Okay? Make sure to tell me right away.”

She smiles, bringing her own hands up to touch his face, rubbing the minimal facial hair along his jawline. “Of course. You’re just extremely unpredictable, babe. I never know what to expect.”

He breathes out slowly knowing she agreed. “Good.” He gives her a small kiss before running his hand down the side of her neck and down toward her breast. He stops there, not even touching, just hovering. She lets out a small whimper. “Patience, doll. That is something you are really going to have to learn.” His lips find hers again for a brief second before he’s speaking again. “Mm. I wish I could have you naked all the time. That would be the dream.”

“Take me somewhere no one can interrupt us. Then maybe we’ll see about making those dreams come true,” Faye teases, pressing her bare body up against his clothed one. Alex inhales with a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Oh, she was being such a tease.

“You little vixen,” he murmurs. He pinches her nipple quickly and loosely, achieving in making her cry out. “I love making you squeal. One of these days I’m gonna make you come so hard that not only will you be screaming, but you’ll lose your fucking voice. How does that sound?”

Faye’s eyes practically roll into the back of her head at his promise, her hips thrusting up to his as she rubs her crotch shamelessly against him. “Alex, I’m going crazy.”

Fingers trail across her lower tummy before delving between her thighs, making her legs spasm and her eyes to shut closed tight. A moan passes her lips as he tortures her clit first, rubbing and flicking and irritating. He loved to wind her up like a tightened rubber band, stretching her farther and farther but refusing to release and snap back so she can get that relief she needed, wanted, and fucking desired.

His lips find her ear easily, kissing at her lobe gently before whispering a command hotly. “Lay back against the table with your legs spread and your hips over the edge. Arms above your head. I’ll be back in one minute.”

Then he was gone, walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

The lone girl swallows, doing as he said. She shoves all she could out of the way before laying back, attempting to get as comfortable as possible. She dangles her legs over and positions her hips off the edge so that her ass cheeks were rounded out against the side of the table Alex sat at when he ate. She places her arms over her head, waiting with bated breath and a pounding heart.

He was back within the next 45 seconds, smiling down at her elongated figure. He gives her another kiss, one of assurance, before laying a few black silk scarves across her stomach for safe keeping. Her eyes widen at the sight.

“Are you gonna be okay in this position?” he asks, noting the awkward placement of her hips off the table. Her safety and comfort would always come first—that was a fucking promise.

She nods. “I think so. My legs might get numb, but that’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” he asks again, making her send him an annoyed glare.

“Very sure.”

He smirks quickly before slapping lightly at her right breast. She takes it without making a noise, making his smirk form into a grin. “I’m gonna tie your legs to the legs of the table and your wrists above your head. Is that all right?”

She nods, her breath quickly beginning to leave her. She tended to lose it once they started with their sessions, mostly because she was too in awe and suspended in pleasure in order to do so. He grabs one of three scarves he had purchased only a week before, bending down and creating a series of knots over her calf and shin until the bottom of her right leg—knee to Achilles—was secured to the leg of the table.

“Tell me if it’s too tight,” he assures her, tugging at the base knot, making sure the loop that would immediately untie her was visible and within reach at all times. “Is it?”

“It’s perfect.”

This gets another shit-eating grin out of him. Faye was the one that was perfect.

He stands back to full height and grabs a second scarf before proceeding to do the same thing to her other leg. With each tightened knot and loop around her calf, Faye felt herself get wetter and more sensitive. He was blatantly ignoring her core, she could tell, and it was making her all the more frustrated. If he so much as looked at it it would put her on edge for an orgasm, but he wasn’t even granting her that simple satisfaction.

As the second scarf was tied tightly around her shin, successfully restraining both her legs to the table, Alex gets back to full height. “Give me a number out of ten, baby girl—how comfortable are you right now?” He soothes a hand down the expanse of her rib cage, counting each bone in his mind as he watches her mull over her own emotions.

Faye shifts a tad, noting that her hips could only move so much from their angled position on the edge of the table. A quick swallow is seen moving down her throat before she mutters gently, “10 being the most comfortable?” He nods to confirm. “I’m about a solid 7.”

He breathes out slowly. The number wasn’t ideal, but he knew that meant she would be able to feel the pain and pleasure all at once—just as long as she was willing to push herself through it. Alex slowly folds his hands just to the sides of her exposed cunt, still not even looking at it, and applies a sweet pressure there as he looks her dead in the eye. “Will you cross your wrists over each other for me?” he asks as he flicks his eyes toward her extended arms over her head.

Faye’s breathing was starting to do its normal erratic pattern each time he tried something new in bondage with her (fuck just thinking about last Saturday when he had her arms tied behind her back with her legs spread before him on the bed so she couldn’t move away from what he was doing to her—oh god) where her chest would move up and down with slow even inhales and exhales before rocketing off into short little pants for moments at a time. It was an interesting pattern, mostly because he knew she was trying to keep an impending orgasm at bay.

Alex rounds the table so he was now standing to her right, her eyes following him the entire time. He rubs his hands over the skin of her wrists soothingly before beginning to bind them together with practiced movements.

"You doing all right?” he asks again as he finishes it off with a knot, keeping it loose enough so it wouldn’t cut the circulation off to her fingers.

Faye nods with a smile. “Yeah, Lex.”

Feeling his lips press to hers immediately reminded her of what was to come as well as set off a slow roll of heat down the rest of her body. He slowly slides his tongue into her mouth after licking the seam of her lips for permission, one of his hands coming up to thumb over the side of her jaw. Soft fingers push the hair away from her face.

“How long do you think you’ll be able to be in this position before it starts to get uncomfortable?” he murmurs as his lips trail up the curve of her cheekbone, his warm breath tickling her skin.

A breath pulls out of her mouth as she answers carefully. “No more than twenty minutes.”

His hand in her hair gently tugs out of it before following the angle of her neck, past the jut of her collarbone, and down between the crease of her breasts. Her breathing starts to become labored as she feels the echoes of his touches right between her spread thighs. She feels tempted to push them together but forces herself to keep them open, knowing it would just disappoint Alex.

He noticed. “Good girl.”

Faye instantly feels the fresh blush that reddens her entire body from head to toe at the two little words, making the man above her smirk wider. She had no idea before she started this…thing with Alex that she had a praise kink. But fuck…did she have a praise kink. Every time he said the words “good” and “girl” in one sentence, her center had no hope of staying dry.

Deft fingers slowly tickle down the sides of her rib cage, making a gentle squealing giggle pitter past her lips. He smiles at this before his warm palms find their way down to the grip of her hips, loving how his hands curl there so easily.

He bends forward to press a small kiss to the swell of her tummy under her belly button. He was now positioned back between her opened legs. “You look amazing like this, all spread out for me. Almost like a feast.”

The moan that she let out was not entirely voluntary.

“What should I start with first, hmm?” Alex hums gently, tapping the tips of his fingers over her thighs, each small touch burning and sizzling against her sensitive skin. “The tantalizing main course?” His breath beats against her soaked pussy with a teasing pattern. “Or maybe some appetizers to start me off?” His hands inch their way back up to her breasts, one of them expertly finding her nipple as he keep their eyes locked together. A swallow is seen moving down her throat while her breathing begins to quicken noticeably. Both actions make his heart pump just that tiny bit more.

“Make sure to keep those arms up,” he reminds her absent-mindedly, knowing that since he had just tied her wrists together but didn’t tie them to anything that it would be an extra challenge for her to keep afloat.

She clears her throat to try and find her voice. “Erm, uh, yeah, yeah of course.”

He was still continuing his slow, unhurried ministrations over her body. He was just caressing, rubbing, soothing, plucking, and occasionally applying pressure—but nothing more than that. Hardly anything he was doing could even be considered as arousing. But since it was Alex doing all of these things to her exposed body, it just was.

Faye wiggles minimally in her binds, not wanting to seem as if she were struggling, just wanting to reposition herself. But Alex still saw it nonetheless and the only word that could truly describe the look that just overcame his face would have to be—God, predatory.

It was a sudden intrusion when his finger slips its way inside of her, but the pleasure she immediately felt covered up the shock of it. Her hips buck with a surprise intensity.

A filthy little moan is drug out of her mouth and Alex smirks in response to it. “Glad to know you’re still with me, princess.”

She nods uselessly, dragging in loud pants through her mouth as she knew her chest was moving up and down with erratic movements. When he adds another finger she has to tighten the muscles in her torso in order to keep her body from moving too much, knowing he was testing not only her endurance but her ability to keep her body as still as possible. Hence the ties.

“There you go,” he murmurs, one large palm smoothing up and down the side of her left thigh, which wasn’t making the situation any better as it still felt so dangerously close to the work he was doing on her pussy.

As he pumped lightly in and out of her, she could feel her clit tingling with the thought of receiving attention although she knew he would wait until the absolute last moment to touch it.

Alex liked to tease, mostly because he was extremely good at it.

Little whimpers start to drip out of her mouth, practically running down her chin if they were liquefied. Nothing short of triumph overtakes Alex’s entire persona just then, his free hand propping itself on the table next to her hip as he leans forward to look over her.

And even though he was practically towering over her, having her strapped to his table like a god damn meal, she felt incredibly safe. He knew eye contact was very important for Faye when it came down to these more timed scenes and she could already feel his focused attention on her body movements, making sure she never showed signs of being too uncomfortable. She could feel tears of pleasure and happiness building purely because of this but kept them at bay.

“You’re entirely wet now, baby girl,” he relays to her, since she could only hear and not see. A swallow moves under her skin in anticipation. “Are you ready for me to touch your clit now?”

A groan drives up her throat. Dirty talk was going to be the fucking death of her.

“Use your words,” Alex says with only light scolding, using the hand on the table to pinch at the skin of her hip sharply, just once.

“Yes, yes, please. Oh god, please touch my clit—“

He clearly got the right reaction out of her as he silently hooks his thumb right against her hidden pearl and starts giving it a good rub down. Her back arches with such sheer force that she feels the movement in her shoulders, her arms feeling so stretched out extended in the way that they were above her head. But she stays compliant and settles for tipping her hips toward him, which he allows as he brings fingers up to move the hair off her face.

“So fucking beautiful stretched out like this for me,” he tells her, having already figured out at this point that praise was one of her top kinks. “Having my fingers buried deep inside of you and your wetness all over my hand…god, Faye, I can’t tell you how fucking hard I am right now.”

At the thought of his dick she immediately begins to squirm, feeling a hot white heat burn at the center of her abdomen. Fuck, how long is he going to make her wait?

He keeps one hand on the side of her neck as he removes his fingers entirely from her, a small whine bubbling at the base of her collarbone. He hums right along with her, the thumb at the base of her throat caressing gently over the skin of her Adam’s apple while his hand that had just been inside of her quickly begins to undo his pants.

It was only a mere seconds until she feels him push inside of her, her back arching off the surface the table once more. His own groans tumbles out into the air around them and he has to hold himself back from coming right then and there. Both of them gulp in air to recollect themselves before he’s suddenly moving.

“Oh fuck,” she says before she can stop herself, but he doesn’t seem to mind or care. Alex just nods encouragingly, asking her to keep talking, as his hips snap against hers. They were sharp, measured thrusts, as if he were being very poignant about what he was doing. “God, Alex, feels so fucking good…please, please do it harder…”

He complies, shoving himself all the way in on one particular move so he bottoms out.

“Oh fuck!”

The tips of her fingers were buzzing and whether that was from the binds or from the impending orgasm, she had no idea. All Faye could focus on was the feeling of Alex’s cock making small little circles inside of her from the way he was rotating his hips gently against her, and how each time he made to start a new rotation the head of his cock would brush just against the particularly oversensitive spot inside of her. Nasty little moans and breaths were moving out of her now, some linked with words of what she wanted him to do to her, and others just small inhales and exhales that told him just as much as her words.

“You wanna come, little one?” he asks through his gravelly, labored breathing. Her eyelids were drooped, the pulse on the side of her neck he could from his palm pressed there was beating so fast and so hard he felt like it was gonna push it’s way out of her skin. He goes back to thrusting, knowing if he mixed it up it would prolong her orgasm.

She nods breathlessly, her tongue darting to wet her dry lips. His pupils widen just that much more as he watches. “Yes…oh God yes…”

He knew she was losing the ability to form words, let alone sentences, so he just nods back, wanting to get her there.

It wasn’t long after, with a particular push inside of her, that the slowest orgasm she’s ever felt hits her like a lazy tidal wave. It started from the tips of her toes before slowing moving up her legs, crept over the mess of her centre, and then gently sparks the tips of her breasts. Her body goes limp as it softly consumes her, suspending her on a cloud high above them. She hardly felt Alex pull out and come all over her warm pussy, just knew that they had finished even though she was still high. Her breathing slows as her body relaxes, the gentle laps against her skin dying at an uneven pace until all she could feel was Alex’s hands on her body.

“Faye?”

She doesn’t answer, still perched on whatever ledge she’d gone to in her mind.

He quickly makes work of removing her from the legs of the table, watching the black scarves coil on the ground like snakes. Next was the knot keeping her wrists together and once that tie was removed he rubs the skin under her hands with little force to bring some of the feeling back. She was still unresponsive, still deep in her little bubble. Alex felt shaky but knew she needed to be taken care of first, sliding his arms under her warm body and heaving her off the table.

Once he had her laid on the bed quickly runs to the bathroom and grabs a damp towel and returns to clean off his mess from between her legs. As amazing he felt to mark her there, wanted to let it stay and dry so she would continue to know, he knew that the subspace she had floated herself onto was her first. And he refused to do anything but help her down from it gently.

He crawls in behind her and curls her body into his, her face immediately nuzzling into the skin of his shoulder. He starts to whisper small, insignificant praises and murmurs in her ear, the little smile on her face starting to look more and more genuine the farther he went. His hands grazed every piece of skin he could reach, pressing little butterfly kisses into her ear every once in awhile as well.

“Such a good girl, so beautiful for me, so amazing,” he tells her with a warm tone to his voice, meaning every god damn word he said. She rubs his body up against his in response to this, and not even to be sexual. Just to remind herself that he was there.

He was. And he would be for a long time if he had anything to say about it.

Notes

I FEEL REJUVENATED EVERYONE.

Okay, so I know it's been a year. A LONG YEAR. But I guess you can say that I've had a sort of reawakening and I am ready to get back into this. And this is not a lie - I have written up summaries for up until THIRTY ONE CHAPTERS. And there are more coming after that, let me tell ya right now!

I don't know how long it will be between each updates, but you can bet that I am actually really interested in finishing this story. I know my number of readers is probably drastically low, and that's fine! I mean, I love comments and reviews, but I think at this point I want to finish this for myself as well as for you guys. So let's see where this goes! Because trust me, I have a lot of smut planned for the remainder of this story ;)

See ya on the flip side!