The Convention (Open)

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey received the rough fucking with passionate moans, clutching Alex possessively throughout. She found herself quick to orgasm and shamelessly vocalized her pleasure. She responded to his words rather predictably - she was very agreeable, it seemed. Her words were punctuated by the stabs of his cock as she said, "Oooh...make me pay! Show your slut who her Daddy is!"

She knew she lacked restraint. She was pleased when she was able to pass this along to Alex - she encouraged him with lustful cries and begged him, "Cum with me! Cum inside your slut, Daddy!" When he pinned her against the wall and she felt him exploding inside of her she gave a satisfied growl and bit the base of Alex's neck.

Once they sank to the floor, Grey listened to Alex's commentary with a familiar smile.

Could it get any better? She was having the time of her life and he was thanking her. She responded with, "You're welcome. But, really, you're the one that deserves thanks, handsome."

The opening door of the elevator revealed the second floor and Grey joined Alex's mirth in the matter. She found his comment to be much funnier than she probably should have - but it wouldn't be the first time she laughed at one of his jokes while others (like the friends she forced to listen to his podcast) would've stared blankly. He was funny; Grey's friends just had fail senses of humor.

She'd lean forward, easing Alex back slightly until she could reach the button for the ground floor. Once it was triggered she would return to her former positioning, watching Alex with a soft smile on her face.

When the elevator dinged and the door opened, Grey would climb off of Alex's lap and offer her hands to help him to his feet. She'd release her grip on his hands as she stepped out onto the lower floor. "I hope you don't feel obligated to entertain me non-stop; I'd hate to keep you from whatever project you're working on. I probably won't start your kitchen on fire if you leave me unsupervised." She flashed him a grin.

Despite her fandom, she had no idea what sort of food Alex liked. It wasn't something that she came across from his blogs or podcast and she wasn't the type to do extra-curricular research on people she didn't really know. Still, she was certain the stock of his kitchen would help her to figure out what to make for now.

Whether or not he joined her was of little concern - either way, she would await his response before turning to go explore.

 

[renfield013]

Alex laughed at Grey's joke about setting fire to the kitchen. He stood up and leaned against the elevator doors, keeping them open, as she stepped out. "Oh, I'm sure I wouldn't mind if you did. We could always make..." He cocked an eyebrow and leered at her crotch. "...Arrangements. Just in case."

He stepped out to give her a passionate hug and a soft kiss. "I hope you don't mind if I let you surprise me with lunch." He scratched his head in embarrassment. "There's a few things I've got that really need seeing to. Feel free to disturb me in the library, mmkay?" He gave her another quick kiss. "Elsa is supposed to restock my pantry sometime this afternoon, but I'm sure you've still got enough there to work with. If you need help, there's an intercom. The library is three. Aaand, there's a serving cart there that you could use."

Elsa was his housekeeper, a woman around his age who usually came twice --in early morning and late in the day-- to clean the house up and buy whatever needed to be bought, and basically had the entire run of the house. She also came on call if Alex wanted.

Turning Grey around, he gave her a playful but hard spank on the ass, and joking, said, "Now go, woman! Feed me!"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey giggled in response to his command and mockingly replied, "Aye, sir!"

She arrived in the kitchen and couldn't help but be jealous. She looked over the spacious (and beautiful) counter tops; she loved her own house, but the area allotted for cooking was a joke compared to this. She took several moments to sink it all in. Her eyes fell on an expresso machine and she smiled widely.

She had worked as a barista throughout college and devoted a fair amount of effort to drawing with steamed/frothed milk and chocolate sauce. She didn't consider it an art - it was more or less a gimmick to extract better tips from people who didn't know any better. That, and it was an easy way to amuse herself.

Grey considered using the intercom to ask Alex what kind of coffee he liked but refused to give up the element of surprise. It took some rifling around in the cupboards to locate mugs and the essential supplies for lattes, but soon enough she was equipped with a grinder and coffee beans. We will glancing mention that brewing expresso and steaming milk was done; Grey soon found herself preparing to combine the two. With a practiced motion, she poured the streamed milk carefully, not allowing it to rise through the crema - effectively leaving a small white circle in the middle of the surface. With a spoon, she lifted and placed a border of steamed milk along the edges of the cup. She was somewhat sad that she didn't have chocolate expresso sauce to accent where the dark and light of the design met, but it wasn't something she could make and use without a considerable chill time. Maybe she could make some after lunch...

She let her mind wander as she drew eight equally spaced lines through the brown ring and out towards the edge of the mug. This was followed by similar strikes in between the existing ones, dragging in. The effect was what people commonly referred to as a hibiscus design.

She studied her handiwork for a moment before preparing her own. She went with a quick half and half design and scribbled a waving pattern through the center. She left hers on the counter and took the 'hibiscus' latte in hand.

Grey used the 'secret elevator' to get to the library. Alex was at his desk, doing whatever it was he was supposed to be doing. The woman walked up quietly behind him and leaned in over his shoulder to place the latte on the side of his workspace. She gave him a kiss and said, "Enjoy."

She didn't linger. Grey made her way back to the kitchen and sipped her latte leisurely as she looked through the cupboards and checked the available stock of foodstuffs. It was no doubt wildly interesting, but we will not be recounting the details of her findings here.

*****

It was nearly an hour later that she appeared in the library. She assumed the serving cart suggestion meant that Alex wouldn't mind eating upstairs - and though she felt confident that she could balance the prepared dishes and (probably) hit the elevator button without dropping something, she opted to use the cart.

She had prepared shrimp carbonara and crisp garlic ciabatta bread. In general, she typically found any dish that was lightly supplemented with bacon was well liked - and specificly, well...if the ingredients had been present in his stock, it was likely he enjoyed Italian cuisine.

 

[renfield013]

While Grey had her run in the kitchen, Alex had taken the time to dress up in loose slacks and a light shirt. The idea of working in just his boxers was an inviting prospect, given the company, but he really couldn't see himself being able to concentrate on work sans clothes.

He was halfway through returning an email reply for a scheduling query when Grey came in with the coffee. Alex stared into his cup, awed at Grey's work. "No. Seriously? I can not drink this. This is... This is like, art." Grey merely smiled enigmatically gave him a kiss and said, "Enjoy."

Every turn, she never ceases to amaze me, Alex said shaking his head in amusement as he watched her barely-covered ass sashay through the door.

***** *** *****​

"Now that smells heavenly," Alex said as Grey wheeled in lunch, an hour later. He stood up and hugged Grey from behind and nuzzled at her neck. "You know, now that I've had time to look at your skills, I really think we should go back to Butterfly and getting you one of those tiny little French maid outfits," he joked. "Really."

He led Grey to a small table with a window view of the hills and helped her set up the meal. Alex was inclined to sit beside Grey, but he knew if he did the meal might get postponed. Even across him, though, the girl proved to be a palpable distraction. Just imagining the things he wanted to do with her was starting to get him turned on. "So..." he said as nonchalantly as possible. "I just got reminded that I've got something scheduled the day after tomorrow... You don't mind a short across the border trip, do you?" He was deliberately trying to be vague, on the off chance she'd recognize what the 'something' was if he said it would be in Burnaby, Canada, but he was desperately hoping she'd agree to come with him.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"You don't want to leave me to ransack your place?" she asked with a small laugh and a broad smile. She let her eyes scan over the area and added in mock talking-to-self, "...man, you have so much cool stuff I could take..."

She had to play off how excited she was. She let her eyes return to Alex and she held her smile - she had to admit, she was surprised to be asked to accompany him on a trip. She could only assume it was something to do with his work but she didn't speculate on the issue.

Her face displayed a thoughtful expression for several moments. Internally, she was telling herself, Okay...don't be obvious. Make him wait a few seconds. She had to focus a lot of attention on maintaining a mask; she did well until she answered the question - she cracked a smile before giving him a response.

"I would love to go with you," she agreed as she reached a hand across the table to take his. She wasn't all that concerned with the details but she felt obligated to ask, "Where are we going?"

 

[renfield013]

"Like I said, somewhere across the border," Alex teased, giving Grey's hand a playful squeeze. "What are you going to do, torture it out of me?" he asked, laughing. He kissed Grey's hand, took her forefinger in his mouth. He sucked lightly on it and gave it little flicks of his tongue before popping it out and grinning. "Tasty appetizer," he said. Gesturing to the food, he added, "Shall we?"

He first thought he'd just speed through the meal --he wanted to make love to Grey again so badly-- but her cooking made him take pause. "Okay, I know you're a webmaster-slash-artist, but I don't suppose you moonlight as... I don't know... a restaurateur, or something?" Alex said between spoonfuls of pasta. "Because this is mind-blowingly amazing."

Lunch conversation revolved around cooking abilities and food preferences. A nice little banter that went from 'what do you cook' to 'what would you love to eat forever' to more esoteric food topics.

"Goat balls," Alex said, laughing. The lunch was done, coffee drank to settle full stomachs. They were talking about the weirdest food they'd ever eaten. "I was in China and they said it was a delicacy that... um... increased sexual potency." Alex blushed at that. "Of course between the alligator penis and tiger balls, that was the least weird of the lot."

Alex stood up and sidled to Grey's end of the table. He pulled her up and wrapped her in an embrace, giving her a long hungry kiss on the lips. "So... You know how to make those fancy coffee designs. You cook like a sous-chef at the very least... Is there anything you can't do?"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"Aww...thanks," she responded to his compliment to her dish and ability. "Alas, I am not trained. I just like to eat so...I put a few skill points in to cooking."

Grey laughed a lot during their conversation; she almost cried a couple of times. After Alex admitted that he eaten goat balls, Grey felt necessary to comment, "You can call it adventurous or - whatever you want - to make yourself feel better. I would seriously advise watching what you put in your mouth more carefully." She admitted shortly after that she had eaten a grasshopper - but it was covered with chocolate and was also a supposed "delicacy".

When they were finished eating, she was happy to let Alex help her to her feet. She returned his embrace and savored his mouth on hers. In response to his eventual question, she considered for a moment before speaking. "Oh, lots of things. Unfortunately for you, I'm not willing to put out all my weaknesses on the table."

She gave him a playful smile before adding, "Although I think it has become obvious that I'm shamelessly unable to resist a certain someone..." She ran a hand glancing down the side of his face. She stared into his eyes as she said, "I want you so badly, Alex...all the time. I don't think it's healthy to love someone like I --" she caught herself and stopped. Well, now she couldn't look very nonchalant about it. "I mean...fuck. Mulligan?"

If only the mulligan rule could truly be applied to real life.

 

[renfield013]

What did she just say? "I don't think it's healthy to love someone..." She loves me? She loves me!

"I don't think so, lady," Alex said, grinning. He loosened his embrace just long enough to take a firm hold of Grey's wrists in his hands and pulling them behind her back. He moved up and pressed forward, forcing Grey to back up against a bookcase. The wood creaked as Alex pushed Grey hard against it, pinning her arms with her own weight and his hand, leveraging the pressure with his hips grinding against hers. "No mulligans for you."

He pushed his lips against her neck, inhaling deeply. He sucked at her warm skin, flicked a tongue to taste her sweat before breathing into her ear. "Say it again, Grey. I want to hear it again."

A small shift, to fit both her wrists in a single hand's grasp. The freed hand moved to her face, caressing her cheek, her lower lip. Alex pushed his fingertip lightly into Grey's mouth, thrust in and out a few times. Pulling the finger out, he replaced it with his mouth and kissed her lovingly. The free hand moved to Grey's waist, pushing up the hem of the shirt and began to trace trails along her belly with a wet fingertip.

Looking into Grey's eyes, Alex whispered. "I need to hear it again, Grey."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey was mortified. She just...ruined everything. The last thing Alex would want was some crazy fangirl that thought --

His reaction was unexpected. She found herself - to her surprise and delight - pushed back against a bookcase, Alex's attention caused a shiver to run through her body. He asked her to say it again.

She wasn't sure why she hesitated. Alex reminded her of their passions for each other - fingering her mouth and kissing her lovingly. She was already wet and eager to receive Alex's cock.

Why did she feel the need to make it more complicated than primal lust?

He looked into her eyes and told her that he needed to hear it. Grey's face was flushed and she stammered a little when she said, "I...I love you, Alex."

 

[renfield013]

Even as his name lingered on her lips, Alex drew in to give Grey another deep kiss. His free hand flew to his own waist --unbuckled, unzipped, pulled out. He was aroused again --not with mere lust this time, though with Grey it seemed it never had been just that anyway. He guided the head of his cock between the outer folds of Grey's pussy, broke the kiss, whispered, insistent: "Again. Say it again." He pushed inside her as the words flew from her lips.

"Again." An order, as he drew his shaft out to the head. Pushed in hard at her words.

"Again." Grabbed her leg, hefted it up to his waist. Pushed hard enough that the wood behind them creaked a complaint.

"Again." Pulled and thrust, harder. Faster. He moved to her neck, teasing the sensitive skin with his teeth before sucking at her hard with his clamped mouth, anticipating the bruise he would find there later.

He began to fuck her urgently now, standing up, long full strokes that drove wonderful pressure along the length of his hard cock as it plumbed the depths of her sopping pussy. The hands on her wrists tightening in sympathy with the pressure that built up in him with every thrust inside her clenching sex.

Alex's free hand pulled her shirt up and his face, hungry for more sensation, dove between the cleft of her chest, licked moved to one full breast sucked hard again, before taking a nipple in his mouth and working at it like a nursing babe.

One last thrust, hard and deep, with a heavy groan from Alex, joined the sound of a handful of books falling out of the bookcase. He came hard, body shaking, panting. And he kissed her again --long, and deep, and sweet-- as he pulled himself out of her, released her wrists, finally. "Grey," he whispered. Paused. "Thank you."

She's just starstruck. It's just pheromones. The adrenaline rush from the constant fucking. She only thinks she loves you. She'll leave you just like the rest of them did.

After catching his breath, he zipped himself up, and with a shaky hand began to load the dirty dishes onto the serving tray. Trying to sound upbeat, he said, "Well, I guess these are my problem now, hm? Believe me, I will wow you with the cleanest dishes you will ever see on the west coast."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The sex was amazing, as it always was. Grey felt something deeply gratifying in telling Alex that she loved him - even though she had feared that he would negatively react to it. She could only imagine what it was like to be famous - to have people fall in love with a false image. She couldn't say with any conviction that she was any different... She had been with Alex for less than 24 hours.

...Oh.

These realizations struck her when he thanked her. Her awareness quickly shifted from the bliss of passionate love-making and a deep kiss to cold reality. His expression said it all. He recovered himself and he tried to sound happy while he talked about the dishes (of all things) - but Grey saw it.

Fuck. Fuck! She knew she would slip up like this. She could justify having non-stop sex with him on his appearance alone - famous or not, he was gorgeous. But to 'fall in love' with someone? God dammit.

It felt like an all or nothing situation. "Alex...I...fuck, I'm so sorry. I won't say I didn't mean it, but... God. I didn't come here to sleep with Cadet Smasher." Yeah, mention former characters that he played. That'll help for sure. She climbed to her feet and approached Alex. "I fell in love with your voice. I listen to your podcast and...you tell personal stories and ramble about things you're interested in. And your autobiography... I know it's totally screwed up that I pretend to know you, but..." she gave him a remorseful look. Fuck.

Fangirl spew was not what he needed right now. At all. She had so much more to say but she couldn't help but feel like she was digging herself a hole. She gently reached for Alex's wrists and turned him to face her. She looked in his eyes and smiled, giving him a deep kiss that she could only hope he would return. When she withdrew, she took a step towards the serving cart. "Let me take care of these. Not that I doubt your amazing dish-doing abilities, or anything..."

 

[renfield013]

Now it was Alex's turn to hold Grey back. He pulled her close again and returned her kiss while wrapping her in a tight, warm hug. Taking his lips off hers, Alex whispered into Grey's ear: "I think... we should let the dishes wait."

Taking Grey by the hand, Alex walked off to the office table and picked up his phone, dialled. "Hi, Elsa? It's Alex. You don't have to come in this afternoon. I'm... entertaining a guest..." He shot Grey a quick glance, smiled. He exchanged other mundanities with Elsa for a moment longer before saying goodbye.

Alex let out a deep sigh, and smiled. He kissed Grey's hand and tugged at her gently again, leading her back to the master bedroom. Inside, Alex made Grey stand in the middle of the room. He moved in close to her and started kissing her passionately again. His hands moved down to Grey's shirt, and he broke off from the kiss to take it off her.

Moving behind Grey, Alex ran his hands over her body, loving the feel of her skin. "Do you trust me, Grey?" he asked into her ear. He kissed her neck. "Don't turn around." He walked off to the bag of items he had bought from Black Butterfly and picked up a few things: a collar and manacles made of black leather, a length of chain, and the vibrator he had used on her earlier in the day...

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey was glad to find that, after she started to move towards the serving cart, Alex held her back. She was very receiving to his embrace and let herself hope that she hadn't ruined anything when he kissed her again. Letting the dishes wait, as he suggested, sounded like a marvelous plan.

She let him lead her to his desk. While he spoke to Elsa she let her eyes wander over his work area. She wouldn't openly admit it now, though Alex no doubt knew, that being this close to where he wrote and recorded thrilled her deeply. She remained quiet while Alex finished up his conversation.

She soon found herself in Alex's room again. She let him place her in the middle of the room. She returned his kiss softly until she felt him tugging to remove his shirt from her body.

She lifted her arms and assisted in the motion. Once the garment was removed, Grey was completely nude. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of Alex running his hands over her flesh. When he asked if she trusted him, she opened her eyes and began to turn her head to look at him. She was quickly informed not to turn around - she stopped herself obediently.

"Yes...I trust you absolutely," she responded. It was still difficult for her not to look back to see what Alex was doing - she could hear him moving away from her and rifling through some items. As much as she wanted to ask what he was doing, she thought it better to wait and see what he had in store for her.

 

[renfield013]

Alex stood once again behind Grey, his heart racing. He pocketed the vibrator and the collar; hung the chain on one shoulder as he reached around Grey's waist, letting her see the leather manacles. He strapped her wrists in them, one after the other, held apart by about two inches of chain.

Running his hands through Grey's hair, Alex kissed the back of her neck again before fitting the collar onto her. "You're okay? Not too tight, I hope." He took her bound wrists and raised them so that her hands were at the level of her face. With a clink of metal, Alex attached one end of the chain to the metal links between the manacles. The other he locked onto a metal ring at the collar's throat. Bound this way Grey's hand could only move within the range of her face to her chest.

Alex put a light pressure on her shoulder as he ordered her to go down on her knees. "Now bend forward... No. Eyes to the floor, Grey. Just raise your hips and bend over."

Leaning over Grey, Alex ran his hands over her body, one hand going under her to fondle her breasts while the other went between her legs and started stroking her pussy. Alex never realized how hard he was breathing, and how his cock strained, rigid, against the crotch of his pants. After a while, he pulled the vibrator from out of his pocket and turned it on, filling the silence with an electric hum.

Alex nosed the hard toy's shaft against the outer lips of Grey's sex, and began to push it back and forth, making sure to touch her clit every once in a while. He whispered the same instructions to her as he did earlier that day: "Don't cum until I tell you to."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Once her wrists were bound, Grey studied the craftmenship of the leather manacles. They were well built - precise stitches and rivets indicated that they would be inescapable. She could feel the weight of the chain suspended between them; it certainly would offer no more ease than the cuffs.

She shivered slightly as Alex kissed her neck and wrapped a collar around her throat. It was the first time she was claimed in such a way - and she couldn't think of anyone better to belong to. She responded, "It's perfect," to his concerns of it being too tight. She soon found her collar attached to her wrists, allowing for little movement between them.

The woman sank to her knees and did exactly want Alex wanted of her. The limited movement of her hands caused her upper body to be held lowly while her ass remained high in the air.

Well, at least he's still willing to enjoy me, she thought. About the time she was near re-living what transpired moments earlier, Alex abruptly interrupted her train of thought by turning on the vibrator.

She was happy for the distraction.

Grey gave in to lustful moans almost immediately. It was cruel, the way his voice inspired her to lose control while his words told her not to cum.

 

[renfield013]

Alex played the toy inside Grey's pussy and in a short while, the air was filled with her moans. She's so willing, he thought as he watched her trembling, her sex clenching with hunger. He pushed the toy deep inside her, ordered, "Stay."

Standing up, Alex took of his shirt, followed by his pants, as he walked back to his shopping bag, and picked another set of items.

Alex went back to Grey, knelt behind her. After putting the new stuff aside, he pulled out the vibrator and switched it off. He leaned over her, letting his soft breathing touch the back of her neck. The engorged tip of Alex's cock pushed against Grey's sex.

He grabbed her slim waist tightly with one arm. Unceremoniously, violently, he pushed hard into her all the way in --the slap of skin against skin ringing as his pelvis slapped against the cheeks of her ass. Alex began to pound into Grey, grunting heavily through grit teeth as he buried himself to the hilt inside her with each stroke. He clicked the vibrator on with one hand and touched it to Grey's clit as he continued to fuck her roughly.

At the back of his mind, Alex didn't know exactly why he was suddenly being rough with Grey. What did he want? Make her cum without permission? Make her beg to cum? Perhaps he wanted her to beg him to stop what he was doing so that she would still be in line with his order? Whatever it was, at the forefront of his mind Alex intended to bring Grey as close to the edge as he possibly could....

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey was able to keep herself under control while Alex fucked her with the vibrator - though it took a considerable amount of effort to do so. By the time he stopped, leaving the toy submerged in her pussy while he made other preparations, the woman was breathing heavily and actively trying maintain some level of composure.

She let out a small gasp as he removed the vibrator from her cunt - she could feel an excess of sexual fluids dripping down her inner thigh immediately after. She knew some of it would be Alex's cum from their most recent romp; that, and a shameless abundance of her own juices. She certainly was in lust with Alex, if nothing else.

The sensation of his breath on the back of her neck caused a chill to run through Grey's body. She felt the tip of his manhood press against her and she could help but push back at him lightly. It was only seconds later that she was being held by a single strong arm around her waist; he thrust in to her with an unexpected force and the woman gave out a surprised cry. After several brutally delivered strokes, Grey's thighs began to tremble as she tried desperately not to disobey his order.

He was fucking her so hard. She let her upper body collapse completely, her breasts touching the floor as she eased on to her elbows for support. With Alex's motion, her hard nipples drug across the flooring. She had to find something else to focus on - but when she blocked out her physical pleasure, the only thing her mind would latch on to was Alex's grunting. That only made things more difficult.

When Alex re-introduced the vibrator, she knew she was going to lose it. He pressed the active device against her clit. For a few moments, her moans were tinged with a whine. Before long, though, she couldn't take it.

"Oh god, Alex! I--I can't..." this only seemed to encourage him. She took shallow breaths and clawed at the floor with both hands. "Please...tell me I can cum!" He gave no such permission. The woman clenched tightly as she tried to resist. She continued to beg, "Please, Alex!"

He didn't let up. Each thrust was causing a small cry from Grey as her body threatened to defy her. "Alex--!" she cried loudly. She let her forehead rest on the back of her hands as her whole body shook. She couldn't resist anymore.

Her pussy gripped him tightly and a fresh coating of her juices spilled around his cock.

 

[renfield013]

Alex stopped thrusting as Grey cried out his name, cumming. He waited until she calmed down, removing the toy from her clit. "You came," he said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice. He pulled out of her, his rigid cock throbbing, his lust unreleased. "I told you not to, Grey."

With a sigh, Alex turned to get one of the things he'd set aside --a riding crop. Laying aside the vibrator, he used one hand to hold Grey in place, pressing lightly between her shoulderblades. He let the tongue of the riding crop touch Grey's upturned ass as he spoke. "I'm giving you one more chance, Grey. I'm going to give you twenty-five lashes with this and you can not make a sound unless I tell you to."

Alex gave her the lightest spank he could manage --a quick flip of the wrist-- to give her an idea of the least he could do. "Any sound, anything that would come from your vocal cords --anything more than a breath-- you get three more. And if you keep making noise, I will keep hitting you until you bleed or you say my name and beg me to stop."

He hit her ass again, harder this time, testing. "I'm giving you a choice, Grey: you can say, right now, that you think can't take it, and it will all be over." He took a deep breath. "But if you let me go through with it, you'll have to take anything I'll give you." To emphasize the point he brought the crop down as hard as he could.

"So: do you want me to stop, Grey?"

Please say 'no,' Alex thought. Please. But it wasn't a hope born out of lust, or the base desire to hurt Grey. Alex realized that what he wanted was to see how much she was willing to take for him... To see how far that thing which she believed was love would take her...

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey's breath came in ragged gasps. As her orgasm subsided, she felt a sudden barrage of bad feelings - guilt and shame - and the tone of disappointment in Alex's voice increased these emotions significantly. He removed himself from her physically and the woman felt a rush of panic.

I've fucked it up again, she told herself. She could feel a stinging within her eyes that indicated a want to cry but she fought back the tears. You couldn't just take it? she asked herself. You could've at least pretended it wasn't Alex. No one else would've gotten you off against your will. Hell, her last couple lovers could hardly get her off despite a great amount of effort. She briefly thought of a guy that she saw almost every time she went to her local comic store - she could've pretended Alex was him. She would return the guy's conversation and play nice, but she hated the way he let his eyes wander over her body when he thought she wasn't paying attention. She felt a level of repulsion as she considered the circumstances in which Paul would have her bound like this.

These thoughts took mere seconds. It seemed a lot longer than that for Grey, though. She felt Alex's hand return to her flesh, pressing lightly down on her shoulderblades. She felt something being touching her ass cheeks. Alex's dialogue helped her identify the object without sight. She listened to his words carefully. His conditions for her second chance were brutal - she wasn't sure that she could do it. She bit her lower lip.

She was presented with a choice. She might have considered telling him that what he asked of her was impossible until he finished with the statement, "all will be over."

She wasn't willing to give him up so easily. Her body reacted to the first real strike of the riding crop with a sudden jolt. She clenched her jaw and the sheer surprise of it almost made her make a sound.

"No...no, don't stop."

She felt another hard delivered blow to her ass cheek. Managing to keep her vocals under control, she gritted her teeth. The initial contact of the crop caused a sharp sting that was followed by a gradually increasing burn in its wake. It hurt, but not nearly as much as the emotional harm she knew she would feel if Alex decided to dismiss her from his presence.

She made it through about ten lashings before a strike caused her to make a sharp noise that was certainly more than just a breath. Fuck, she thought to herself. She hoped that he wouldn't stop - that he would just add more to the tally.

 

[renfield013]

With her agreement, Alex began to whip Grey's ass with the riding crop, spacing the blows so that she had enough time to recover from the pain of the last one before getting another. By the time the tenth blow came, making Grey gasp, Alex's cock was so hard it hurt. She was taking it for him.

He gave her another five blows, hitting her with enough force that his arm ached with the effort. Seeing Grey's body shaking with the effort to keep silent --her jaw clenched tight, her ass covered with red welts-- almost made him stop. He wanted nothing else than to take her in his arms and comfort her, to forgive him this horrible selfishness... When the last blow of this set was over he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding --he had been as silent as she was.

Another five blows, a rapid sequence this time that was intended to push her to the final limits of the test. Alex was breathing heavily now.

The final five blows remained. "You can scream now, if you want," Alex said. A loud thwack as the leather-wrapped cane met Grey's bruised flesh.

Four blows. Another sharp crack split the air.

Three. Alex paused. "Answer my question: Do you love me, Grey?" he asked before giving her another heavy swat.

Two. The question, asked again as the crop slashed through the air to find its mark.

Alex bit his lip as he brought the final blow down on Grey's ass. Silent, shaking, he moved up over Grey. The last item he'd picked up --a double penetration cock ring-- he ignored for now, deciding to use it next time.

Alex used the hard tip of his cock to part her asscheeks, nosed it against the winking hole. He pushed all the way into her ass in one relentless stroke and began to fuck her roughly. He was hurting her even more, he knew, as his hip slapped against the heavily bruised skin of her bottom. Some twisted part of him he never really acknowledged did relish that fact.

He licked her sweaty back --from the base of her spine all the way up to the base of her neck-- before grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it hard. "My dirty little slut," he hissed into her ear. "I'm gonna cum in your ass. I'm gonna cum in your slutty little ass." He grunted as he gripped her waist hard and slammed his hips against her before letting out a ragged groan as he came, spurting a thick stream of cum inside Grey.

Exhausted, Alex leaned heavily against Grey's quivering body and wrapped her now in a gentle embrace. He nuzzled against her back, and whispered softly. "Grey, I'm sorry... Please don't leave me..."

There was still some lingering doubt, but Alex saw what Grey had endured for him, and he finally found the courage to put to words what he had been longing to say: "Grey, I love you too."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey closed her eyes and her facial muscles reacted to the blows, tensing up when the crop made contact with her tender flesh. Her jaw remained clenched and she was as silent as she possibly could be.

She had lost count pretty early on, and by the time Alex told her that she could scream she was grateful. The following strike was met with a short cry - it didn't really lessen the pain, but it was easier to receive the whipping without having to control her reaction. Alex hadn't been holding back much, if any, of his strength. Her intense pain had brought tears to her eyes but she made certain not to audibly sob.

Another blow, followed by another cry.

He asked her if she loved him and un-hesitantly (and in almost perfect timing with the smack of the crop), she called out, "Yes!"

He asked the question again, bringing down his tool of torment on her ass as he asked. "Yes, Alex! I love you!"

There was one more blow to be delivered.

It was mere moments before Alex was upon her. She felt the tip of his hard cock against her asshole; he immediately buried himself deep inside of her. She let out a lustful moan that twisted into a painful cry. He was unsparing - his rough fucking caused a significant amount of discomfort. Despite the intense pain, Grey found his brutal taking very arousing.

She began to tremble when Alex licked her back and gave a startled cry when Alex grabbed hair. He pulled on her tresses hair; she was surprised to find that she enjoyed the sensation. And as for him calling her a dirty slut? Well, she already knew that she liked that.

"Cum inside me, Daddy!" she cried in response to his words.

The pain was particularly distracting, and Grey was unable to climax herself. Still, she felt satisfied. She received Alex cum with an exceptional level of happiness.

Once finished, Alex brought his body to hers and wrapped her in his arms. He apologized and asked her not to leave him. Grey wasn't quite sure to respond - she was pretty thrown-off that he might think she had some intention to leave. "I won't leave you, Alex."

After a short pause he said, "Grey, I love you too."

Grey would maneuver her body so that she could face him. There were some stains on her cheeks from whatever tears he had caused, but her eyes were now clear. Though her wrists were still bound and attached to a short lead, she had enough room to bring her hands to Alex's face. She held him tenderly and stared into his eyes for several moments. She gave him a long kiss before withdrawing to say, "You're amazing, Alex...I love you." She kissed him again.

She gained a smile as she continued to look upon him. "So...ah...you're going to do those dishes, right?" she asked to lighten the mood. She wouldn't mind recovering for awhile, anyway.

 

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Alex laughed, brushing a hand against Grey's cheek. "Yes, ma'am. The dishes are on me." He unlocked her manacles and took of the collar on her neck. Slowly, carefully, he took her in his arms. Alex carried Grey to the bed, setting her face down onto the mattress. "Stay," he said, joking. "I'll just finish up with you before I go off okay?"

Alex went back to his travel bag and got the massage oil he'd used on her before. He poured the soothing oil onto Grey's sore bottom and rubbed it in as gently as he could. "Good?" he asked, before tracing a path of kisses along her shoulders, her neck, to her lips. "I'll just be off to the kitchen. You have a nice long rest.?"

He picked up the toys off the floor and and placed them on a desk before heading downstairs.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey leaned her head against Alex's chest as he carried her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She assisted in turning herself as he set her down so as to lay on her stomach.

He rubbed her gently with oil. Her cheek still burned with pain, but she tried not to show it. "Yes, thank you," she responded to his question. Before he left, Grey responded to his "long rest" comment with, "I'll be out to bother you before too long, I'm sure." She gave him a smile before letting herself sink into his bed.

She heard Alex leaving the room as she closed her eyes. She was exhausted. She didn't realize the fact, really: she gave in to sleep without being aware of it.

*****

She woke a couple hours later. She rolled over so she could sit up and the pain of her bottom instantly reminded her of the happenings previous to her nap. She let her eyes scan the room.

Alex had brought her things up while she rested. She climbed off of the bed and decided to use his shirt as her clothing. So long as they weren't going anywhere immediately, she thought it best to avoid confining her sore ass in pants. She rifled through her bags to recover her laptop.

She grabbed it and walked out into the library. Alex's computer was on, and it looked like he had been working, but he wasn't currently present. She settled herself in a chair and opened her laptop. While it booted up, she glanced curiously at Alex's desk. She couldn't help but want to go through his files - find lost episodes of his podcast or writings that he hadn't published. She resisted, though.

The laptop was warm on her bare thighs. She logged in and opened a browser - she checked her blog. She usually posted everyday and she couldn't help but feel like she was disappointing someone with her lack of content for the last couple of days. She only had a couple thousand readers, though, so she was sure she was over-analyzing the importance of the whole thing.

She had a lot more messages than usual. She opened one titled "OMG" from a reader that often responded to her with private messages. As her screen loaded, Grey found herself shocked.

It was a picture of her and Alex - when they had met in front of the convention center and kissed. Below the picture, the reader had wrote, "I'm so excited for you, are you going to have his baby now?"

She thought back to some of her more fangirl-ish posts and she blushed. She had, at one point, said something about wanting to have Alex's spawn. Now it just felt incredibly lame - who said that sort of thing about someone they didn't know? She told herself she was just joking; it was meant to be humorous.

She had a moment where she considered purging her blog so Alex couldn't read the craziness. Before she could fully think the issue over, she heard the elevator operating. She quickly closed her current message so as not to inspire a totally unnecessary conversation and returned to the mainpage of her blog.

 

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While Grey slept upstairs, Alex set about washing the dishes by hand. He had a dishwasher, sure, but there had always been something about washing dishes that calmed him. As he went about with the soaping and rinsing, he thought about the events that had recently transpired.

So, she loves me... Alex thought. And I love her. I guess I could finally ask her to live with me longterm. But what if she thinks I'm moving too fast? What if I am? What if she wakes up one morning and finds she doesn't want to play this game with me anymore?

He sighed. Grey had taken the abuse he'd dealt her --it was a bit of an assurance that she really was serious with him. Still he was horribly scared. A bit sorry that he couldn't jump headlong into their relationship the same way Grey did, Alex decided to see what would happen in the next few days.

Dishes done, Alex took a quick peek at Grey --she was sleeping soundly now-- before going into the library to get his tablet computer, intending to go online while preparing dinner.

Returning back to the kitchen, Alex sauteed fennel and green beans intending to pair it up with swordfish steaks he'd bake once Grey had woken. He also made a bit of chocolate espresso for dessert --it was easy enough, needing only that he heat some cream and add chocolate, egg yolks, brandy and butter.

With everything ready for the evening's meal, Alex went off to the main area of the first floor living room, tablet in hand, to update himself online. Checking his private mail first, Alex was amused to find a handful of messages from his closest friends all asking about him and Grey. Even his Twitter feed was abuzz with the news. He was suddenly afraid of what Grey might think of all this attention --true, he was no A-list celebrity (at least he thought so), but he was still known well enough in some circles.

He decided to deal with the business end of matters first. The publishing house needed him to update a few details, and he confirmed a seat for two on the flight to Burnaby. He thought about reading Grey's blog --she'd mentioned it often enough during their dinner conversation-- but decided it might be an invasion of her privacy. He'd just run it by her later.

By the time he was done with online matters, the sun was on its way to setting.

***** *** *****​

"Hey, you!" Alex said with a smile, finding Grey seated in the library. He set the tablet on his workdesk and sat beside Grey, giving her a quick kiss on her lips. "Feeling better, I hope. We do have a trip coming up."

Noticing the laptop, he blushed and asked, trying to sound nonchalant, "Anything interesting online today?"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Grey smiled broadly at the sight of Alex. "Hey there," she returned his greeting. He sat down next to her and give her a kiss before commenting that he hoped she felt better. She gave him a nod to indicate that she did.

"Anything interesting online today?" he asked.

She hesitated for a second. "Um...well. I was pretty surprised to have some of my blog readers sending pictures of you and me kissing from the convention." She thought about that for another moment. She wondered if she would see more traffic on her site from the whole situation - the thought made her feel kind of queasy. Not that she didn't want people to take an interest in her writing...she just wanted to deserve it. And considering the nature of most of her posts (mass communication studies, media law issues, and anti- internet regulation spiels), she knew that anyone that came there for a tell-all would be sorely disappointed. Oh well, they could suck it. They would no doubt see comments here and there that would reveal things about Grey, but they were always supplementary to the greater discussion. She didn't post a journal; she wasn't famous, and she didn't think she was interesting enough to pull it off, honestly. She just inserted jokes and examples that showed her fangirl-ish nature throughout.

She could only hope that the pictures would remain under the radar. She was hardly known, and her lack of identity would likely make any attention unwarranted. Besides, they were only kissing: it's not like they made a sex tape.

She suddenly thought about her webisode scripts and how she had always dreamed of casting Alex in them. But now that it was even remotely possible, she had a change of heart. She didn't want to be known because of him. More than that, she didn't want him to think she was using him to further her dream career.

"So...I don't want you think I'm trying to push anything on you... But if you ever want to update your site...I mean, it is what I do."

She wouldn't tell him that she already had graphic renditions of Alex that she had made (with the intention of sending them to him via e-mail long before they met; she just never worked up the courage). She knew other fans submitted such things from time to time, and sometimes Alex even shared them on his blog. Still, she couldn't help but feel overly obsessive as she made them, and she really didn't want to come off that way.

She realized she had put one of the creations up, as an example of the great things that SOPA and PIPA could censor. While the oatmeal had put up a gif with Oprah and Jesus riding a jetski, Grey had opted to share a comic style version of Alex. She wasn't too concerned that hers wasn't going to attract nearly as much attention; it wasn't funny, and not the type of thing that would be rampantly shared on social networks.

She glanced at her screen and noted that particular post wasn't currently shown. She closed her laptop and set it off to the side before returning to look at Alex. She gave him a small smile and leaned forward to give him a kiss.