Holy fuck, I hated the sound of my alarm.

The screeching tune was absolutely horrendous, but at least it woke me up, contrary to the soft and quiet ones that I usually slept through. This one was so efficient, it even managed to wake up Lex too, despite how much of a heavy sleeper he was.

He mumbled his disapproval but didn't move, still half over me, his arm wrapped around my chest. Grabbing my phone despite his hold was a challenge, but I managed, turning off the awful sound before dropping the device on the covers.

"I don't want to go," I whimpered with a dramatic sob.

"Then don't." Fuck, I loved his morning voice so much. And the way his warm breath fanned across my shoulder, too. And the feeling of his powerful and naked body against mine. Actually, I loved everything about him.

"I can't not go. I already took a month off recently. People won't like it if I start ditching work."

"Fuck them."

"I know you have a penchant for fucking your employees, but that's a lot of people, Lex," I joked.

My attempt at some morning humor was well-received, and he chuckled behind me. "I've never fucked an employee before. I only have a penchant for you."

"Hmm, perfect answer, Coleman."

"What can I say... I'm a smart man like that."

Relenting to leave, I stayed right there in his arms, checking on my phone now and then to make sure I wouldn't make myself late. Everything in me wanted to stay right there, but I'd been raised by hard-working people with good values, and one couldn't just stay at home out of sheer laziness.

At the very last acceptable moment, I grunted and pushed the covers away, ready to force myself out of the comfortable bed and the even more comfortable embrace. Lex didn't move, though, and his arm remained around me, as firm as iron.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"I need to get ready for work."

"No, you don't."

His refusal to let go was endearing. But as much as I enjoyed it and wanted to comply, I couldn't give in. "You know, some of us don't have the luxury of staying at home all day."

"You do. I have enough money to take care of you for a hundred lifetimes."

I huffed in reprobation, the notion of depending on him for the rest of my life preposterous. "So what, I'm to become a trophy wife?"

"You'd have to be my wife for that."

"And I would be, had you not refused my proposal, you rude man."

"It wasn't a proposal. It was some terrible attempt at fooling the court that would only have drawn more suspicions."

"I panicked, okay? It was the first thing I came up with. Now, let go of me, you ungrateful man. I need to shower."

Instead of complying, he kept his solid hold on my waist. I let out a yelp when he pulled me over him, rolling to his other side to reach for his phone on the nightstand. He quickly picked someone on speed dial, too fast for me to see who it was, and pressed the phone to his ear.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I'm calling your boss."

"What! Lex, no!"

"Hey there, He-Man," he greeted Kevin, who'd picked up. "I was just calling to tell you Andrea won't be making it today." Combatively, I tried to get the phone away from him, but he easily kept me away. "Oh no, everything's fine. I'm kidnapping her, that's all."

My face turned red as I heard Kev's chuckle on the other side of the line. "Lex, I swear to God, I will—"

"Actually, you know what? She'll take the whole week."

"What?! Kevin, don't listen to him!" I yelled, hoping he'd hear me. Lex plastered a hand over my mouth before I could say more, and I remained stuck there. His body half over mine kept me immobile, and his palm rendered me mute. Even my dark glare wasn't enough to make him stop.

"Are you kidding? She'll wear me out before I can wear her out," Lex told his friend. My muffled protest had him grinning. There wasn't a trace of apology on his features. "Yeah, I'll tell her. Enjoy your week too, Kev."

He hung up, dropped the phone on the bed, and then looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out what to do now. "Kev says hi," he said before carefully freed my mouth. I didn't hesitate to reprimand him for one second.

"Are you kidding me, Lex! I said no!"

"You said no out of some biased notion that you have to go to work."

"It's not biased. People have to work to make money and pay for things."

"I'll pay for your things. I don't mind."

"I do. Me wanting to spend the rest of my life with you doesn't mean I want to depend on you for everything. I actually love my job and I refuse to stay idle just because you have money."

"We won't stay idle, I promise."

His lips dropped to my throat, and I couldn't contain the shiver it ignited. I could feel his smile as he laid kisses along my neck. He knew that he was winning this one.

"Don't you have some work yourself? You've been busy every single day ever since coming out," I objected.

"Everything's been handled. And most of my time was spent going over what you've done, to make sure your tracks were covered."

His revelation left me speechless, and I stared into his gray irises. Had he really been spending hours upon hours checking on this, to ensure my safety? Was it really why he'd been working so hard since getting out?

Before I could ask, he spoke again. "I finally have you again in my arms. I'm not letting you go so easily, Andrea."

The need that transpired in his words soothed my mood a little, especially since his lips dropped to my throat again soon after. I couldn't resist the irresistible, and Lex was my biggest weakness, my very own Kryptonite. Things shifted. Our bodies, the atmosphere, the mood... And soon, he was over me in all his might, dropping kisses on the exposed skin of my chest.

"I'm not taking the entire week off," I insisted, my voice a little off.

"We'll see."

"No, don't 'we'll see' me, Lex. By Wednesday at the very most, I'm back to work." He didn't acknowledge my words, still placing pecks all over my chest and stomach. Grabbing his head between my hands, I forced him to look at me. "Say you agree, Alexander." He stubbornly refused to, and it made me roll my eyes, despite the delighted grin that bent my lips. Just like me, he wanted our weekend together to last forever. "Promise you'll let me walk out of this apartment on Wednesday morning," I ordered.

"If you can still walk by Wednesday, it means I've somehow failed."

My giggle was promptly killed by his urgent kiss. I wasn't ready to let go when he moved back and flipped me around. With a mumble, I let him know my disapproval, but when his hand slid down to my ass, gently grazing it, I realized this wasn't too bad either.

The sharp, dry slap he gave me was absolutely unexpected, and I let out a small yelp, my body jumping from the shock wave it sent through me. "Lex!" I scolded.

"That was for risking your own freedom to get me out of jail."

The flash of pain was gone, replaced by a tingling warmth that was strangely enjoyable. The energizing shivers it had spread had dissipated, too, and I almost wished there could be more.

"Did you see I hacked into the DA's computer?" I asked with an innocent tone, wriggling my behind a little. Silence answered my attempt, so I twisted my neck to glimpse at him. Kneeling next to me, he was sitting on his heels, his semi-erection in full view. There was something dangerously primal in his gray eyes. "Don't you think it warrants another spank, Lex?"

His cock distinctively twitched as he understood I wanted more of this, and his eyes darkened. "I think it does, yes," he agreed.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I insisted, pushing my ass up.

A mix of amusement and arousal crossed his face, and he shook his head before complying. This time, I readied myself for the slap, looking forward. It still surprised me, its sting just as intense as the one before. The same shivers ran under my skin, and the area he'd punished became warmer.

"Did you see I hacked into Homeland's classified files, to see what they had on you?"

Another slap, harder than the others. Adding to the shivers all over my frame, an intense jolt of pleasure shot through my intimacy. It made me moan with contentment, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I loved the sting of it, the sharp, intense shivers that spread and disappeared soon after. Also, it must have been somehow cathartic, for me to confess my wrongdoings, and for him to chastize me for them. But it was all done in a controlled environment, with an atmosphere of lust and love, rather than anything angry or resentful. And I was the one in charge. I could stop at any point, and he wouldn't keep going.

I found a few more things that earned me more of this maddeningly good treatment. The more dangerous the act, the harder he'd slap. At some point, his hand slid between my legs, and two of his fingers toyed with my entrance.

"How are you so fucking wet from this, Andrea?"

"I don't know. I think I just love it when Master Alexander comes out to play."

The slap that followed was unexpected, but when he explained it, it made sense. "I told you not to call me that."

"Sorry, I promise I'll be a good girl," I replied with cheekiness.

"Do you know what good girls get?"

"More spanking?"

His fingers thrusted into me, penetrating my tight, drenched, and warm channel. A small cry came out of me as my insides quivered around his digits, surprised by the sudden intrusions.

"No. Good girls get more pleasure. Bad girls get the spanking."

"Potato, potato," I argued. "Am I bad if I hacked into the laptop of the Special Agent in charge of your case?"

Another slap, and with his fingers slowly fucking me, it was a whole other thing. Fuck... This was definitely worth missing work. More confessions followed, with more spanking, more pleasure, more breathless moans... But eventually, it wasn't enough. I needed more, and with the way I was undulating against his hand, he could probably tell.

Instead of giving me what I desired, though, he removed his fingers from me, and I felt him move away. "Don't move," he ordered, getting out of the bed.

I let out a disapproving whimper, raising to my elbows to watch him. He went to a chest of drawers and took something out of the second one from the top. When he turned around, I recognized the box, and my eyes went huge in surprise.

Holy fuck... We were really doing this?

He came to me, kneeled back on the bed by my side, and opened the box before setting it between us. Together, we looked at the butt plugs, my face burning from all sorts of conflicted feelings. "I washed them, as per their instructions," he explained. "They suggest starting with the smallest one, which is rather logical."

"So, Pine."

"What?"

"They are the Chrises," I justified. "The smallest one is Chris Pine. Then Chris Pratt, Chris Evans, and the biggest one is Chris Hemsworth."

Lex stared at me with utter perplexity, and his bewilderment was almost funny. "Do you really give names to all your sex toys?"

"They are going inside of me. And I don't allow strangers to do that," I joked. "Being on a first name basis is like, the minimal requirement."

"You're so weird sometimes," he noted with an amused tone.

"You love me for it."

"I really do. Now, ass up, Andrea."

I diligently obeyed, resting on my elbows and knees. He moved to kneel behind me, and I arched my back to expose the entry he sought. From the box, he grabbed the lube, and I tensely braced myself for the cold sensation. After a few seconds, his glistening fingers met my taut hole. Despite having had his thumb in there, it still felt so fucking weird. Knowing I'd get used to it eventually, I bit my tongue and let him do what he needed. When one of his fingertips pressed more intently, I forced myself to relax, allowing his index to enter me.

He took his time, giving me some time to adjust to the intrusion, displaying an amazing amount of patience. Once he judged I was relaxed enough, he pulled back and added a second finger. Just like before, he went slowly, allowing me the seconds I needed to loosen up. That part of me was definitely not okay with easing off, so it took some mind over flesh kind of battle. Although strange, the feeling was enjoyable, which clearly helped in wanting more of it, craving a deeper penetration, a wider one.

Between his gentle indulgence and my efforts, we effectively managed to relax the tight ring of muscles. Enough to welcome the circumference of the smallest plug, at least. His fingers slipped out of me, and I focused on staying open like this, worried I'd ruin our efforts. The cold and hard tip of the plug replaced the warm softness of his fingers, and I held my breath, waiting for him to insert it.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked, his free hand caressing the arched curve of my back. "If you aren't comfortable, we can try it another time."

Touched by how much he cared for my comfort, I twisted my neck around to offer him an encouraging smile. "I want this, baby. I really do."

After a few seconds to allow me to change my mind, he nodded. The pressure of the plug increased, and I faced forward up front. "Tell me if it's too much," he insisted.

I nodded and took a deep breath. Pushing against the plug helped, so I did that while he pressed it harder. Almost leisurely, Lex got it to disappear into me. He'd use the smallest nudges, barely entering, pulling away, coming back deeper... At some point, the width became almost hard to bear, and I worried it might be too much. But even at the widest point, the girth of the toy was nothing compared to Lex's. If this couldn't work out, I'd never be able to take his dick in me that way. Before it could become too uncomfortable, we reached the narrow ending, and the toy settled itself perfectly in its secured position.

Lex congratulated me with a kiss on each of my lower cheeks, and then a caress for both. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, it's... it's an odd feeling, but I like it," I explained, trying to move around to test how it felt like.

"Do you want more spanking, or do you want me to fuck you?"

The thrill of the spanking was gone, even though my skin was still warm and tingling from it. I was actually curious to experience what it would be like to have him in me while wearing the plug, so I opted for the latter option.

He flipped me onto my back, arguing I'd been facing away from him for long enough. Lowering in the cradle of my spread thighs, he granted me a kiss, long, thorough, and intense. I was the one who reached between us to align him with my center. He got the silent order, and with one firm shove, he buried his cock deep into me.

He rose on his hands, separating our chest, and looking down at me with predatory eyes, he began a series of deep and long thrusts.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed. "It's making you even tighter. How's that even possible?"

The revelation had me smiling widely, delighted by this new information. I was finding more and more ways to get the upper hand in this. I hadn't thought about it before, but it made sense that the foreign object, which rested along his shaft, separated only by a thin membrane, altered the pressure of my walls on him. Thinking there might be a way to make it even more intense, I moved around, trying different positions.

"Okay, fuck... Stop this, Andrea," he muttered when I apparently found the best possible alignments.

"Are you worried your legendary stamina will turn into something not so legendary, Alexander?"

"You should watch your tongue, woman. I fucked you so good you passed out, remember?"

To mark his words, he intensified his pace, almost robbing me of my ability to answer. "Aah... as long as you don't... do it again, I'll take it as... as a fluke," I teased between whimpers.

The challenge didn't fall into deaf ears, and the carnivorous smile he gave me made me shiver. Fuck, why had I said anything? Maybe we should keep the extreme dicking to a monthly thing. Too much of it ought to give me a stroke at some point.

With my hips angled as they were, each of his thrust shoved my ass further into the mattress, deliciously stimulating the plug in it. The foreign sensation piled up on the overwhelming pleasure, making it more intense, more unique. Between the bliss that his ramming dick was inflicting, and this new, very enjoyable feeling, I was in sexual heaven, wishing none of this would ever end.

As I allowed him to distract me away from work, I seriously wondered how the fuck would we ever manage to do anything. The hunger we had for one another seemed endless, and our desire to be together was absolute. Admittedly, we were finally back after nearly three months of separation.

History had taught us we were amazing at that whole honeymoon phase. Last time, it had taken his birthday and his loathsome mother to shake us out of it. Otherwise, God knew how long it would have lasted. Maybe this time around, we'd get to see just how untamable we really were.

Something told me that unless something came in the way, we could keep this up for a very, very long time...