Whipping Girl by L. Jacobs
Chapter 15 – Ally
I’m breathing heavily as Alexander leads me toward the bedroom off of the sitting area, I had felt so tired earlier but now I’m filled with a nervous excitement that has my entire body thrumming in anticipation. I can’t believe this is happening, I’ve been dreaming about his moment since I was a 15 year old girl learning about sex for the first time. I still get embarrassed when I think of how I had just tried to throw myself at him, like I had any idea of what that might have meant, I’m 20 years old and I still don’t know exactly what I am in for. I’ve listened to Molly and some of my other friends talk about sex but they’ve never been with a man like Alexander so I don’t think it’s even comparable. Will he be gentle like Molly describes Brent to be or will it be a quick romp like my friend Trish describes with her boyfriend?
I’m led to the edge of the king sized bed, Alexander stands in front of me, keeping his hungry eyes on mine as he reaches for the bottom of my borrowed sweatshirt, he pulls it over my head slowly, my tank top comes next, baring my breasts to him completely. I barely resist the urge to cover myself, only my fear of his dissatisfaction stops me, I know instinctively that he would never let me hide myself from him and I want to make this as good for him as I possibly can despite my inexperience. I feel the heat of his eyes sweeping over every exposed area that he has just uncovered and I feel myself growing self-conscious but I don’t have time to reflect on that before he kneels at my feet, pulling my shorts and white panties down my legs as he goes. I am completely naked in front of him and I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my entire life but it also feels almost freeing because I have a man in my life that I can let myself be vulnerable with. I can give him my vulnerability and he’ll take care of me just as he always has.
My hands are shaking and my breath comes even faster when he stands, his eyes raking over my body heatedly as he reaches behind him and pulls out his gun, briefly checking something on it before placing it in the nightstand drawer. I only have a moment to wonder if he always carries that thing around when he starts stripping off his own shirt, then all thoughts of the gun abandon me as I take him in. I don’t think there are accurate words to describe his body.
He’s always had a very grueling workout routine, even when we were younger, he’s always been muscled but it’s more than just the rippled strength that makes his body a work of art, he has small scars from his defined pecks to his washboard abs, and lower still there are three vertical marks in the V above his pelvis. I also know that if I turned him around there would be scars that match my own on his back, many more than I have, it's tragic but it’s also beautiful. He has never openly talked about how they all got there but he doesn’t need to, I know that he was tortured when he was younger. Why do I think they make him even more beautiful? Because he survived it all.
I notice a few new scars, several in fact, but when I touch the circular one above his heart he stops me, grabbing my hand with a shake of his head and a murmured “later” but I already know what it’s from, there is only one thing that would create a scar like that… someone shot him. I blink my eyes to stop the tears that want to fall knowing how close they were to killing him. I let it all go for now and just enjoy watching him.
He steps out of his shoes, toeing off his socks as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the loops and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. I watch with utmost attention as he undoes the button on his jeans next, he smirks as he slowly unzips, toying with me I think. He’s enjoying my nervous attention, I realize. When he shoves both his pants and boxer briefs down his strong, powerful thighs my mouth goes dry, I got a glimpse of him earlier but seeing it now.. How do you get something that big into-?
“Look at me.” He demands. I turn my panic stricken face up to his, watching him try to hide his amusement. “We were made for each other, remember? It will fit, I promise.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear with his statement, I turn my face to kiss his callused palm.
“I trust you.” I tell him sincerely. I’m still extremely nervous but I’ll always trust him to take care of me.
He stands there in all of his manly gorgeousness, completely unashamed of his nudity. I wish I had that kind of confidence but the way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like my worries are ridiculous, he looks me over like I’m water and he’s a man dying of thirst.
He turns me around so my back faces him and I feel him run his fingers over the scars there, I’m afraid he’ll think they’re ugly so I try to turn back to him but he stills my movements with a hand on my hip.
“Stay. I need to see this, it’ll help me remember why I had to let you go for so long.” He kisses my back softly, causing me to shiver as he places light kisses to each one of the thin marks there. “Never again, Angel. I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.” I turn toward him once I’m sure he’s kissed every last mark.
“I’m glad I have them,” I shake my head at him when he goes to argue and surprisingly he shuts his mouth, narrowing his dark eyes on mine. “They helped me to feel like you weren’t just a dream, they made me feel closer to you. I know that doesn’t make sense but it’s how I feel.” The look on his face softens but he shakes his head and grins like I might be crazy. He leans down and kisses me softly as he gently encourages me to lay down on the bed, my nerves flare once again as he follows me down but he only lays beside me, propping his head on a closed fist so he can see all of me, this seems to be a favorite position of his.
“You’re so perfect.” He fingers my necklace, twisting it so it faces the right direction then moves lower, his callused palm running over my stomach then up to just below my breasts, they’re warm on my chilled flesh, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin. “So beautiful.” I moan quietly when his hand moves lower and just when I think he’s finally going to touch me where I need him, he moves back up cupping a breast, kneading it gently then back down. His touching seems to last forever, it’s as if he’s trying to memorize me by feel while his eyes soak up the visual of his hands on me. I’m no longer chilled, I feel like my skin is on fire with how much I want him to touch me, my belly tightening further with each moment that goes by. The mischievous glint in his dark eyes tell me that he knows it too, he wants me to want him- need him to make love to me.
Just when I’m about to beg him, he leans down and kisses my neck, making me shiver when he lightly nibbles on the sensitive skin right below my ear. My eyes close on their own accord, enjoying the way his hands and lips feel on my overheated skin. He moves downward, kissing my collarbone, each of my nipples getting a warm, damp swirl of his tongue before he continues on his path. My stomach gets nipped with his teeth, the sharp sting making me cry out before he soothes it with his kiss. I’m squirming and writhing all over the place, unable to hold myself still from this beautiful torture. I feel his hot breath as it flows over my pelvis causing my back to arch off the bed. The tension in my lower body is too much, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get some relief, if he doesn’t-
“Oh God!” My eyes fly open at the first lick of his tongue on my lower lips, I try to close my legs at the overwhelming sensation but Alexander just chuckles darkly and forces them further apart, lifting my leg he places it over his shoulder causing me to be further open for his inspection.
I’m extremely self-conscious for about a second but then he gives one long swipe of his tongue and every thought leaves my mind at the intense pleasure. Holy hell. I reach both hands down to his head, fisting his short, dark hair to pull his face closer to my core. His approving groan vibrates through me causing my legs to open further on their own accord.
Never have I experienced anything close to this kind of revelry. Every neuron in my brain focuses solely on the movements of his hot tongue as it slides over me. His skilled mouth moving without hesitation, licking, nibbling and sucking on my sensitive flesh as if I were his last meal. As the tension builds inside of me I’m moaning and begging for him to put me out of my misery. It’s too much and not enough. I know I’m pulling his hair, it has to hurt but he doesn’t complain, instead he growls, the deep sound causing my toes to curl and a shockwave to move through me.
“Alexander!” I scream as I tip over the edge, the mind bending pleasure has me seeing stars as my body bows off of the bed. Alexander clamps down on my hips to keep me in place so he can continue to gently lick me through my release. Holy... wow. When I finally come back to myself, he’s on top of me, pushing my tangled hair off of my face and looking at me with amazement.
“Was that your first orgasm?” I blush, turning my face away at his question but I should have known he wouldn’t let me get away with that, my chin is grasped then turned back toward him. “Tell me.” He demands, searching my eyes.
“Yes.” I breathe, embarrassment turning my face a deeper shade of pink until I witness his wide smile.
“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me, Angel.” He kisses my burning cheeks.
“You don’t need to tell me, I can feel it on my hip.” I say, making him laugh. My face breaks out in a smile of my own at his laughter. I’ve missed that sound so much. I lift my head up and kiss his stubbled chin then his slightly swollen lips. When I pull back I lick my lips, tasting myself from his mouth but instead of the disgust that I thought I would feel, it seems to turn me on even more. His laughter stops with my kiss but his smile remains when I continue. “I wanted to experience all of my firsts with you. I know you’ve probably been with more experienced woman but-“
“Don't.” He gently taps my lips with his finger. “Don't taint this moment with the mention of old news, alright?” He rasps. His admonishment has me feeling guilty, he’s right of course, there’s no room in this bed for our past. I nod in understanding when he doesn’t remove his finger for me to speak. “Are you on birth control?” he removes his finger.
“Uh, no.” Why would I be on birth control? I didn’t know he was coming.
“When was your last period?” What’s with these intrusive questions? My blush is back as I think it over.
“About 3 weeks ago.” I answer quietly.
“Alright.” He grasps my knee, bringing my leg over his lower back. “We’re going to risk it, I don’t want anything between us. Ever. You’ll need to make an appointment with your doctor and figure out what you want for birth control if you don’t want me filling you full of babies.” I nod my consent even though he doesn’t seem to need it. He’s not asking, he’s telling.
He reaches between us, aligning himself with my wet opening then pushes in slowly, stretching me with his thickness. The burning pain has my muscles clamping against the unfamiliar intrusion, making me whimper in pain when he pushes forward another inch. “Shhh… you have to relax, baby. Accept the pain and let me in.” He kisses me, softly at first but it quickly turns carnal when he starts moving again. It’s too much, he’s too much. I put my hands against his chest, pushing so he’ll take the hint but he only grabs my wrists, forcing them above my head.
“Please... it hurts.” I beg, tears welling in my eyes. I watch as his hungry eyes soften minutely. The tight hold on my wrists disappears as he slides his hands up to my own, intertwining our fingers as he searches my eyes.
“I know it hurts, but it will get better. I’ll make you forget about the pain, Angel, if you just trust me and let me in.” The sweat beading on his forehead tells me that his restraint is costing him, he’s trying to be gentle, I realize. I suck in a deep breath, bracing myself for what’s to come, tightening my hold on his hands.
“I trust you.” My breath is sucked out of me with his next forward thrust, pain ricochets through me and I cry out, trying to force my body into the mattress to escape the throbbing, robbing invasion. My body jerks with my sobs but he doesn’t relent, keeping us firmly combined, our pelvis’s pressed tightly together.
He peppers my face with kisses, licks away my salty tears and whispers sweet nothings into my ear, all the while completely hard and unmoving inside me. I slow my breathing and try to focus all of my attention on the deep timber of his voice as he tries to relax me. After a few minutes the pain lessons slightly, I’m still stretched to discomfort but it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did initially. Alexander kisses my forehead one last time before pulling back to search my face, the muscles in his jaw pulled so tightly I can practically see his control slipping as he tries to keep himself contained for me.
“Better?” he asks, voice like gravel. I test myself to be sure, tilting my pelvis slightly, it’s still not comfortable but the pain has mostly ebbed, I think. I nod.
“Go slow, please.” I beg. He pulls out slowly, partially withdrawing his hardness then pushes pack in, the pain is a lot more manageable than before and his groan of pleasure makes me tingle all over.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He rasps with another unhurried push of his hips into mine. His words and tone stir something inside me, bringing forth wetness that eases his passage further. He presses his face into my neck, breathing his warm breath onto my skin. I start to writhe beneath him, feeling the tension gathering in my core once again, making me moan loudly. “You feel so good, Angel. So fucking good.” He growls.
His hips start moving faster and I feel him growing impossibly harder inside me, touching a place deep within me that has me nearly seeing stars. So good. I had no idea that he could feel this good, that this act would be able to undo me like this. I wanted this closeness with him, I have craved it for years but this is beyond anything that my mind could have come up with. I can feel him everywhere, his warm, naked skin all over mine, his most intimate part inside of my own and it nearly undoes me.
“I need you to come, Angel. Let me feel it.” He groans.
His voice pushes me over the edge, my brain exploding with lights and colors as I float there, lost in the intensity of pure satisfaction. I know he’s found his own release when I feel more than hear his deep growl, his steel length pulses and warmth floods me from within extending my own orgasm almost to the point where it becomes too much. Almost.
I’m barely cognitive when his body comes down on mine, I feel his heat surrounding me and the fluttering of soft kisses all over my face and neck as I catch my breath. I want to tell him how amazing that was, how I had never imagined anything could feel as good as he does when he’s inside me but the day and night finally catches up to me and the fog of sleep starts to take over. He gets out of bed, padding toward the bathroom and when he comes back he runs a warm, wet cloth over me, cleaning our combined fluids from my most intimate of areas, normally I would be embarrassed but I’m just too tired to care at the moment. When he’s done he throws the cloth onto the floor and gathers me in to his naked body, wrapping his strong arms around me from behind. “I love you, Allyanna.” I hum in response as sleep takes over.
Warm hands wake me from sleep, they slide all over my body, gently rubbing from my upper back all the way down to my feet. I just lay there on my stomach luxuriating in the exquisite feeling, unwilling to open my eyes out of fear that this has all just been a perfect dream.
“Show me your beautiful eyes, Ally. I know you’re awake.” He kisses my shoulder with his demand, making me smile before sleepily blinking my eyes open. I can see a small amount of red light coming through the window, it must be ungodly early but Alexander has never been one to sleep in so I'm not surprised. I try to turn onto my back so I can see him but he holds me where I am with one open hand, pressing it firmly between my shoulder blades.
“What-”
“Shh... I couldn’t sleep last night so I started reading your letters.” Oh, god... I had forgotten those, I didn’t even think about him reading them while I was writing, I had just poured my heart out. He flutters small kisses from one of my shoulder blades to the other, causing goosebumps to breakout all over my body. I grow warmer then hotter as his stubble lightly scratches against my much softer skin. “I especially like the ones where you describe how much you loved and missed me... and the ones that tell how handsome you think that I am.” He chuckles, pulling my thighs apart, he moves his body so that he’s kneeling between my legs then he comes down on top of me again, his forearms on either side of my head insuring that he doesn’t crush me with his weight. “I need you.” He whispers in my ear then gently taking the lobe between his teeth, dragging it though his teeth. I start to squirm beneath him, wanting him inside me, begging him silently to take me. He brings one hand down, slipping it down my stomach and gently parting my folds, one finger immediately finding my hard clit and circling it slowly. So slowly. I moan loudly, my body seeming to vibrate with need. I feel more wetness gathering, preparing me for his entrance. He slides his hand down further, testing my readiness then entering me with one thick finger. I’m extremely sore but after just a few pumps of his finger the pain mixes with pleasure, driving me nearly mad with want. I push my hips into his hand, asking for more but he doesn’t give it, he continues moving them infuriatingly slow, chuckling at my needy whimper.
“Please.” I beg. I don’t even care that I sound desperate, because I am.
“Please what?” He bites my neck softly then licks the sting away with his hot tongue.
“Please, Alexander.” I pant. I’m on fire, I need him to do something!
“You want me inside your tight little pussy?” Oh, god. He’s still sliding his finger in and out, in and out, never faltering in the slow rhythm.
“Yes!” I can’t even pretend that his words don’t do something to me, he can probably feel it with how wet I have become because of them...
“Say it.” He demands.
“I want you.” I cry out when his finger suddenly disappears, immediately missing the fullness but I don’t have to wait long before he’s pushing something much larger into my opening. “Alexander!” I cry out for a different reason now. I had assumed that it would only hurt the first time but I was wrong, he still feels too large inside me. I bring my hand behind me to push against his hip, but he keeps driving forward, slow but unrelenting as he conquers me inch by slow inch.
“Relax your muscles, baby.” His voice is raspy and strained. I do as he says, breathing through the agony of his takeover. I give myself over to him completely, and he rewards me by bringing his fingers back to my clit, circling the small bundle of nerves in tune with his slow thrusts. When he’s finally all the way inside me, he stills himself, allowing me time to adjust to him and I’m grateful for the short reprieve. He adds more pressure to his revolving fingers, picking up the pace and before long I’m bucking my hips into him and moaning for him to move. He doesn’t hesitate, his arm goes around my shoulders, holding me from the front as he brings me to a kneeling position on his lap, the penetration is much deeper this way and it stings a little but I’m so lost in the gathering tension that it no longer matters. Nothing else matters. “I’m not going to last long, Angel. Wrap your arms around my neck.” I do as he says, bringing them behind me and tugging on the short stands of his hair as he starts moving. I moan with each slow thrust, feeling every inch of him inside every inch of me. There is nothing left. He’s everywhere.
“More.” I demand breathlessly. “Faster.”
“Fuck.” He picks up the pace, faster and harder with each heartbeat. He moves his hand from my sex to my hip and he starts guiding my movements, forcing me up and down in time with the piston of his hips. I’m so close, so, so close.
“I- I need-” I gasp when he readjusts his angle, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside me, making me burn from within. My vision blurs with my soul searing orgasm, it seems to go on and on, taking my breath away with it. Alexander roars out his own release behind me, flooding me with his come as he holds himself deep within me. A few seconds later I’m gently laid back down on the bed, unable to move myself, he keeps us connected as he lays himself over me, keeping most of his weight off of my much smaller frame with his forearms once again. I breathe heavily as I try to regain my wits, my body still twitching slightly with the aftereffects. I’ve never felt so sated in my life.
“That was... really intense.” I smile, head still foggy with pleasure. I can’t see him in our current position but I feel his smile against my skin as he places light, kisses all over the back of my neck.
“I can’t get enough of you, Angel.” He reiterates that fact by swiveling his hips into my butt, letting me feel his still hard dick, as if I hadn't already noticed.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” I’m still smiling, I can’t help it.
“I can live with that, I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed until we absolutely have to.” He nips my shoulder blade playfully, causing my breath to catch at the renewed tingle between my thighs.
“Hmm... What if there’s a fire?” I breathe. He’s already moving inside me, pushing one of my knees up the bed with his own for a deeper penetration that pushes the breath from my lungs...
“I’ll carry you.” He whispers into my ear.