Teaching Aleck (The Last Hangman MC #2)(75)
“Please…”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Line.”
“I want you.”
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he says in a very authoritative voice.
“I want you to f*ck me hard and make me scream your name.”
“As you wish.” He positions himself between my legs and lifts my hips, stroking his cock over my clit. Each stroke drives me more insane and closer to the edge. After what feels like an eternity, he thrusts into me, hard. I moan loudly and, arch my back, impaling myself even more on his thick cock. He moves in a painfully slow rhythm and then pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard.
“Please!” I whine, I actually whine.
“Patience…” he whispers and carries on with his sweet torture. After a few more very slow thrusts, he pulls all the way out, strokes his cock again on my clit again and plunges back in hard and fast, making me gasp. I don’t have time to catch my breath as he thrust into me faster, my boobs bouncing with each thrust. The sweet pressure intensifies around my nipples, it’s almost too much to handle, but I love this fine line between pleasure and pain, it’s making me want him even more.
He keeps a tight hold on my hips and slams into me over and over again. We both moan loudly. I want to see him, I want to touch him, but being at his mercy is such a pleasurable feeling, having him be in total control is something I really missed.
I push my hips into him as he thrusts, matching his rhythm. We are both close and I don’t want this to stop.
“What are you doing?” I whine as he slows down.
“I don’t want this to end, not so fast anyway.” He pulls out and undoes the belt holding my wrists. “Get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror,” he commands, helping me sit up into the position he wants. He takes off the blindfold and places himself behind me. I stare at our reflection, a smile playing on my lips as he thrusts into me once again slower this time.
I close my eyes, moaning longingly, enjoying every second of this. I back into him as he thrusts forward making him go deeper. I yelp and open my eyes, when I feel his hand connect sharply with my ass. He smirks at me and does it again to the other cheek. Alternating with each thrusts.
“Fuck, this feels good.” I dig my fingers in the comforter as he scratches his nails down my back, to my ass and spanks me hard again. My thighs are starting to shake. I need to come. All this build up is driving me insane.
He reaches for my hair and wraps it around his fist, pulling on it, not to the point of pain and helps me up. He doesn’t slow down his thrusts, keeping a hard and fast rhythm, wrapping one of his hands around my throat, and the other one pulling on the chain connecting the clamps. I reach down, rubbing circles over my clit. He smirks at me through the mirror, never breaking eye contact. He replaces my hand with his and goes fast, matching his thrusts.
“I’m so close,” I moan.
“Don’t hold back, Gorgeous.” He barely gets the words out when I shatter around him and scream his name in pure unadulterated pleasure. I’m out of breath, my legs are shaking, I’m a sweaty mess and my orgasm seems to last forever. It doesn’t take him long to find his release after me, a couple more thrusts and he comes in me grunting my name, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
We stay a minute like this, never breaking eye contact before he lays me down on the bed and gets his wash cloth to perform our after sex ritual. When he finally lays down beside me, he slowly undoes the left nipple clamp and instantly suck on it, eliciting another moan from me. He does the same to the right nipple before wrapping his arms around me.
“How do you feel?” I ask kissing his jawline.
“Fucking amazing.” He chuckles. “You, Love?”
“I’m really, really, really good.” I smile and kiss him deeply.
“Your ribs?”
“Sore but it was worth it.” He smiles and kisses me deeply.
I’ll remember that day forever.
I’ve had to deal with the knowledge that I killed man, which was emotional when it finally dawned on me. I know I was just protecting us all, but it didn’t help, I felt like a murderer. I had a couple of nightmares and at first I didn’t want to talk to Aleck about it. I didn’t want him to feel like it was his fault; he’s been blaming himself enough as it is. When I finally opened up about the events of that night, I didn’t hold back and I told him everything, including the bit about Emma. It was rough for the both of us. He asked himself the same questions as I had and, in the end, we decided it was for the best to leave that in the past. Nothing could have been done to change the past; it was nobody’s fault but Brian’s. We both suffered at his hands and it’ll always be in the back of our minds, but we can’t let him mess with our lives anymore now that he’s finally gone.
Ally knows I’m not her biological mom and she’s fine with it. She does ask a lot of questions about her real mom. She’s too young to understand the situation. We don’t want her to have to deal with what really happened whilst she’s too young to fully comprehend it, so we simply told her she was an angel and in heaven.
My parents finally and fully accept Aleck in our family; Dad is aware that he proposed without asking for his blessing, but after what happened, I think Aleck risking his life to save me proved that he was worthy. My parents have decided to move back to New Orleans to be close to us and Ally. They welcomed her as if she were their grandchild. Well, legally she now is, Aleck managed to have adoption papers drawn up pretty quickly. At first it was weird, the transition from hoping to be with Aleck one day to be his fiancée and stepmother of his daughter the next. I was worried that us getting together and engaged so fast would cause problems and pressure for us, but so far, everything has been going really well.