His words were still running in my mind, as I promised to myself I wouldn't crack, when he flipped me around again. I was in the same position as before, but with the plug now teasing me in a delightful way.

With his natural cat-like elegance, he got out of the bed again, and my eyes rounded as he grabbed the nylon tights. He took a moment to observe me from the foot of the bed, and given the slickness coating the head of his erection, I could tell the sight was very much one he enjoyed.

His hands wrapped themselves around my ankles, and he pulled on them, making my body slide further down. It made my arms stretch above my head, limiting my movements even more. I watched the best I could as he wrapped a tight around my ankle, and then spread my leg open to tie the other end of the binding to the bedpost. The other side knew the same fate, and eventually, I was spread and exposed to his eyes, unable to close my legs or move.

Tentatively, I tried writhing my wrists and ankles, to see if I could get out of the restraints, but it seemed he'd done a good job at it. Nothing was too tight, but there wasn't much looseness either.

Still standing there, with his glorious cock pointing my way, he observed me, something predatory in his dark eyes. If I'd felt like an offering before, it was nothing compared to now. I felt like I was about to be sacrificed, wrecked by a dicking too good to survive.

His gaze lingered on my exposed folds, and modesty urged me to shield myself from his view. The improvised ropes prevented it, though, and I gave up with a whimper. Shit, I'd never felt this naked and scrutinized before. As if he could sense my deepest insecurities, he bent forward, with a hand on each of my knees, and spread them further.

"I haven't even touched you yet, Andrea. How are you so fucking wet?"

"You're one to talk... You want me so much, you're seeping precum."

With a self-deprecating smirk, he looked down at the situation I'd mentioned, and shook his head as he noticed I'd been right. He reached for it and slid the tip of his index on the underside of his glans, where clear wetness had gathered. Holding the proof of his desire up so I could see it, he offered me a dangerous glance.

"You see what you do to me, woman, with your perfect little body and clever tongue?" I nodded, enraptured by the sensuality of the moment. "Do you want it in your mouth or in your pussy?" he then asked, proudly looking at his glistening fingertip.

Suddenly, my throat was dry, and I craved to have the taste of him implode in my mouth. I wanted to lick his cock clean until all the arousal that had leaked out of it would be gone. "In my mouth," I moaned, my clit palpitating at the admission.

I felt properly wicked for that one, but I witnessed nothing but appreciation on his handsome face. Something told me that, regardless of my answer, there wasn't a wrong one to his question.

As if he wanted to remind me who was in charge here, his hand reached for the lips between my legs instead of the one on my face. Looking very smug, he pushed his index into my warm wetness, and rubbed the side that had been slick with precum inside of me. That worked wonders on me, as it pressed right against the sensitive spot on my front wall. My entire body shivered, but I couldn't do anything about it, tightly stretched.

"Asshole," I muttered with an amused smile.

"You'll get some in your mouth later, don't worry."

His finger slipped out of me, not inflicting more pleasure than that, and I watched through hooded eyes as he brought it to his mouth and licked my arousal off of it. He moved from his venture point and came to my nightstand. Wondering what would happen now, I watched as he opened the drawer. With unfazed assurance, he pulled Idris and Jason out of it before coming back to the foot of the bed.

Oh, shit... If toys were involved in this, I would most certainly need the next day to recuperate. As he's proved in the past, the man didn't need any assistance fucking me until I forgot my own name. Since he wanted to use what he'd once referred to as cheat codes against me, he planned on annihilating me.

"In need of a bit of help, are we?" I teasingly asked. His smile was discreet, but I still caught it.

"You're the one who wanted me to take your mind off things."

"Something tells me you're going to take my mind off, period."

"I promise I'll help you find it back," he chuckled.

Back in his original position, from where he could see all of me, opened and stretched, he threw Idris on the duvet. He was familiar enough with Jason to turn it on in one try, and the low vibration of the toy filled the air. Like a lovely threat, a delicious disaster waiting to happen.

I lifted my head to watch as he guided it between my legs, hating how I could barely see anything. Lex settled it in an odd manner, and at the first touch of the vibrating silicon right on my clit, I shuddered with pleasure and dislodged it. It fell to the side, resting against my thigh where it wasn't stimulating anything.

"Don't move," he ordered, cautiously aligning the toy again.

This time, I was expecting it when the sensation came again, so I managed to contain the shivers it unleashed. Satisfied with his work, Lex moved back, his eyes locked on the pink toy between my legs. Fuck... It was settled in a precarious balance, standing upright on the mattress and leaning against my folds for balance, the round head of it resting perfectly on my clit. If I moved, even a little bit, it would fall on one side or the other.

"Since you're being bratty," he started with a dangerously low voice, "we'll play a little game to remind you who's in charge right now." I had to make a conscious effort to understand what he was saying. The entirety of my mind was focused on not moving my hips, regardless of how good Jason felt on my clitoris. "Do you want to hear the rules of the game, Andrea?" I nodded, quenching a moan that died in my throat. "Use your words."

"Yes, give me the rules," I implored.

"I will only start fucking you once you've come like this. So, if you want to have my cock inside of you, you better stay very still."

Oh, God... I wasn't near an orgasm yet and it was already hard to remain unmoving. It would be impossible not to jolt away from it or writhe as I'd get closer. That was something he was perfectly aware of. He knew me too well not to have realized that aspect of the challenge he was issuing. The glimmer that twinkled in his eyes when I met them told me I was right about that.

Still, I didn't protest, adamant to do my best and win his little game. Instead, I gave him a nod, which made him smile wide.

When he moved away, I was surprised at first, expecting him to stay right here and watch me being tormented and edged. My jaw dropped when he nonchalantly grabbed the chair that was in front of the dressing table, lifted it with ease, and brought it to the foot of the bed. He aligned it with my sprawled body and sat on it, an undying smirk lingering on his face. Oh, so he was ready for it to last a while? I'd prove him wrong.

I let my head fall back on the mattress and closed my eyes, determined to focus every brain cell I had on winning his game. I did a great job at remaining still, surprising even myself. Although the vibrations were building up my orgasm, the lack of friction and variety of movement or pressure was making it much slower than it could have been.

Eventually, though, I got close enough to feel my climax awake low in my pit, my breathing growing harder and faster. To my great disappointment, my hips jolted before I could stop them, dislodging the toy that fell to the right. Shit...

I groaned a curse, and Lex clicked his tongue in disapproval. With a sigh, I opened my eyes and looked down, finding him staring at me with famished eyes. I wasn't the only one being tortured, it seemed. Taking his sweet, sweet time, he leaned forward from his chair, grabbed Jason, and settled it properly again.

Everything was much more sensitive than it had been at first, so I wasn't exactly starting from the beginning again. The pleasure climbed faster this time, and I ended up moaning and panting, my entire body tensed in an effort to contain the natural reactions it wanted to have. My weak flesh won over my mind again, and the vibrator fell completely out of the way.

Fuck!

The same thing as before happened, and I was soon on yet another climb. It happened a third time, and I grunted in frustration yet again. It was terrible to be so close every time, and yet to remain so far.

Once more, Lex took forever to realign it, and I understood it was part of his trick. If enough seconds passed, I'd get too much rest, which meant it would take longer to get back on track. Well, if he was allowed to cheat, there was no reason for me not to do the same.

For this attempt, I gave myself some time so it would be plausible, and moved on to the only card I had up my sleeve. Steadily, I increased the volumes of my moans, feigned the slight jolts in my frame, and pulled on the tie holding my hands together. Displaying skills that would be worthy of an Oscar, I pretended to orgasm, panting and crying, controlling the entirety of my body's reactions. My hips even started to undulate, making the toy fall back on the sheets. But it was okay this time. I'd won.

When I judged it convincing enough, I slowly decreased in intensity. At least I didn't have to faint the heavy breathing. Quite proud of myself, I hid my wicked smile and lifted my head to gaze down at him.

He was sprawled back into his chair, his cock so swollen and hard it was angled up and resting against the curve of his thigh. One of his elbows was against the armrest, and he had a thumb under his chin while his index was over his lush lips. God, he looked properly edible. I couldn't wait for the fuckery to actually start.

He didn't move to get it on, though, and the silence of the room – aside from Jason still on – became hard to bear. While his mouth was stuck into a sharp line, there was a glimmer in his eyes that betrayed his inner amusement.

"Who do you think I am?" he calmly asked. I didn't answer, confused by his question, my brows twitching. With domineering assurance, he bent forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I don't know what sort of sleazy idiots you've dated before me, Andrea, but that won't work on me. You can't fake an orgasm with me, because I have extracted too many of those out of you." Ah, fuck... He hadn't bought it. Not even close.

As he continued, he allowed himself to smile, apparently very entertained by the situation. "I know exactly what you sound like, how you react, what you look like... This little performance might have been convincing to someone else, but not me. Now that I'm thinking of it, it's a little insulting that you'd think it could work."

I grimaced, letting my head fall back in defeat. Shit, I'd gotten myself into more trouble than I'd been on before, hadn't I?

"I'd decided I'd be merciful, and that I'd help you come after you've failed four times, but I'm not sure you deserve so much compassion anymore."

"Please," I moaned.

"You have your safe word, Andrea. You can use it if something becomes too much at any point."

I bit my tongue, holding back another protest. Some twisted part of me wanted to prove to him that there was nothing he could do to me that I couldn't take. As torturous as this may be, I'd learned in the past how insanely good edging and denied orgasm could be. In the end, I was still experiencing the pleasure, just not getting the climax of it.

Understanding that I wouldn't give in, he grinned widely, delighted by my decision. The reality of it wasn't that I needed to orgasm to get him to fuck me. The truth was that I needed to last long enough for him to break first. Given how aroused he was, I actually had a chance to win this one.

He adjusted the toy between my legs yet again, and I prepared myself for another round. It seemed that with each failed attempt, it was becoming harder and harder to handle the frustration. I was a little closer each time, and being denied the release that I could almost taste was unbearable. Especially when he was right fucking here, hard and ready to take me, but wouldn't make a move.

Every time I tried to squirm to add the stimulation of the plug to it, Jason fell, and I had to start over. At several points, the safe word was on the tip of my tongue, almost escaping me. But I held back, too prideful to use it.

Eight. It took eight failed attempts to finally break me. Tears erupted from my eyes, rolling down my temples, and I trembled from the denied gratification, irritated and thin-skinned. I was so drenched, the sheets beneath me were soaked, my skin covered in a veil of sweat. My clit was a swollen mess, pulsing and sensitive, probably huge and red. My muscles ached from holding everything back, and my throat was sore from the moans. I couldn't take more. A ninth time would be the end of me.

"Lex, please... Please, please, please," I begged with a sob.

There must have been something in my voice, or in the teary look I gave him, or in the way my whole body trembled with ache, that won him over. He realized I'd reached my limits but was too proud to admit it. Worry flashed on his face, and he promptly rose from his chair.

"You're so fucking stubborn," he uttered, climbing on the bed between my parted legs.

Before I could reply, his mouth was on me. I cried out and bucked forward as he covered the entirety of my pulsating flesh with his lips and tongue, as if he was ready to literally devour me. His tongue entered me and licked off the wetness that had gathered down my slit. While he feasted on me, he turned off the toy and threw it aside, discarding it entirely.

When the tip of his soft tongue settled right on my hypersensitive bud, I pulled the restraints holding me back. Fuck, I wanted to tangle my finger in his hair and shove him harder onto me. I wanted to writhe and undulate, to fuck his face, to clench my thighs around his neck to keep him there... But I couldn't do any of that, stuck in this position, completely at the mercy of his mouth.

Either he took pity on me, or he hadn't realized just how far gone I was, but he gave me the release I craved in under thirty seconds. I exploded in waves of pure, extreme pleasure, jolting and trembling so hard that the improvised ropes painfully dug into my skin. But I didn't care. All I could feel were the shivers roaming through me, born between my legs only to die in the tip of my fingers and toes. The peeks of my breasts hardened under the intensity of it all, and they ached to be touched, to be twisted and played with. Shit, I would have done it myself if I could.

"Touch my nipples," I begged him, still convulsing with pleasure.

His mouth abandoned my quivering intimacy, replaced by his hand, three fingers sliding into me as his thumb kept working on my clit, and he kissed a path of heated pecks up my body. When he reached a brown bud, he promptly made it disappear in the warmth of his mouth. As his fingers fucked me, prolonging my orgasm, he sucked and nibbled on the erected tip, then moved on to the next one. The added pleasure was maddening, but I never wanted him to stop.

My undying climax morphed into a second one, and I felt my insides clench and grip his digits in me. He must have sensed it as well, groaning my name, the low vibrations of this voice teasing the tip he was eagerly biting. Holy shit... It seemed I could come until the end of time, stuck in a perpetual loop of orgasms.

Lex kept up with his ministrations, his intensity never-fading, and when bliss crashed into me for the third time, I couldn't even scream anymore, completely frozen and tense. He took it as a sign that I'd reached my limit, and the thrusting of his fingers got slower, the touch of his thumb on my bundle of nerves lighter, and the teasing of his tongue on my nipple gentler.

Slowly, one short and heavy breath at a time, I came down, my muscles relaxing and the pleasure receding. When my insides eventually stopped spasming, he pulled his hand away from between my legs, and his lips proceeded to drop small kisses all over my heaving chest. Jesus fucking Christ... Totally worth being edged eight times.

How, just how, could he still surprise me with how intense pleasure could be? After everything we'd experienced together, how did he do that?

I wanted to hold him against me, even though my limbs had probably turned into overcooked noodles. My arms longed to wrap themselves around his solid torso, and my legs craved to hook themselves around his hips. Even the forced orgasms or the denial hadn't made me want to break free of the restraint this much.

His lips traveled up, he kissed the column of my throat, and then stopped by my ear. "How are you feeling, my love?"

"Peachy. I could do this all night long," I humored, surprised by how raspy my voice was.

"Could you now? Don't test me, darling, because I actually could. Although, I'll have to come soon. I'm in fucking agony here."

That revelation had me smiling victoriously, and I looked down to between us, revelling in how big and veiny he was. He may be acting proud and mighty. He was struggling as much as I was.

"Then what are you waiting for, Alexander?" I purred in his ear, biting its lobe. "Fuck me."

His eyes met mine, warning and dark. "Careful what you wish for, Andrea, or you'll need a whole week of bed rest when I'm done with you."

"Do your wors—"

His mouth interrupted me, claiming mine with what resembled starvation. I was reminded once more of the tie and the tights, groaning with disapproval when I couldn't touch him as I wanted to.

Under the fierce intensity of his kiss and touch, I wondered if indeed I wouldn't need a week to recuperate from tonight. We hadn't even properly started yet. These had only been foreplays.

Oh well, if I was in a coma all of tomorrow, it would allow me to worry less about Friday and the dangerous mission that awaited me.

Adventurously, Lex abandoned my mouth to kiss every inch of skin he could access, distracting me from my unwanted thoughts.

Ah, fuck... This moment had been a long time coming; he'd wanted to tie me up since forever. Of course, he'd make the best of it.

And I wasn't expecting any less from him.