Free Attraction by T. C. Anthony Page B

I’m going to restrain you.”
    And I tensed a little, breathing as I digested his words, restrain you . I immediately thought of Michael. But I was not with Michael, I was with Alexander, and he was heaven—not hell.
    Now after my incident with Michael, my response would have naturally been, The hell you will, but I wanted it. I wanted to be tied up, restrained, gagged, and fucked in every way, shape, and form as long as Alexander was the one doing it.
    Leather straps hung on the four corners of the body cushion, and with a zip, Alexander zipped my wrists and ankles into the tight leather restraints, and I was going nowhere but full throttle into ecstasy.
    “You will not resist me or try to stop me. I will never hurt you. I will give into your desires, but I will push you as far as I can. I want you to let me hear your moans unless I tell you otherwise, and I want you to tell me what you’re honestly feeling when I ask that of you. Lastly, I need your trust. All of this can cease right now if you don’t trust me.”
    Alexander kneeled before me, and having just allowed him to restrain me, I couldn’t believe he still questioned my trust in him. But I had to reassure him. Having broken his heart once, I had scared him to the point of needing all the reassurance he could get from me.
    “I trust you fully, Alexander. I submit to you.” Staring into his eyes, I spoke from my core, from the innermost sanctum of my love and desire for him.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Alexander stood and slowly walked behind me to where I no longer saw his movements. He kneeled on the cushion with me, placing his now bare legs on the outside of mine. His firm, muscular thighs held me in place as warm droplets of liquid fell on my spine.
    “It’s just oil. Is it too hot?” he asked.
    I shook my head no as he ran his hands into the oil and spread it over my skin, massaging my shoulders and back. He rocked forward and back as he leaned into me, pressing his hips and his erection against my ass and putting his weight into my body with every rub. Slowly he moved back down toward my hips and, grasping each side of me, he pushed himself up against me, tugging me into him, working my skin and loosening my muscles.
    My mind wandered, but my thoughts were nowhere as he stroked me, easing me and unwinding me wholly. Alexander moved back on the cushion, continuing the rubdown, now over my backside and onto my ass cheeks. He spread my cheeks, squeezing and kneading my tightening ass.
    “I need you to relax, sweetness,” he moaned desperately.
    But I was relaxed, or so I thought until a cold, round object came in contact with my anus. My eyes flew open with the realization of what he was doing, and my entire body immediately tensed, but I couldn’t speak. My affirmations of complete trust in him would have gone up in flames if I were to stop him now, only minutes after just having started.
    But Alexander read my body. “I will be gentle. I told you to relax. This position will help ease me into you, and the oil will make you easier to penetrate.”
    I wasn’t sure if the explanation was supposed to calm me down, but it didn’t. I began mentally coaxing myself to be unruffled.
    Breathe, just breathe…the safe word is knight—BREATHE!
    The object felt cold and hard and slippery from the oil. Alexander spread me once again and, with his finger, eased into me slightly. The pressure and tightness from that smallest of access was making my entire body shake, yet I said nothing. I believed I had to try; I wanted to try.
    And in short, slow movements, Alexander inserted the metal cylinder into my anus as I shut my eyes, trying not to scream.
    Alexander left the cylinder inside my anus while he massaged my clit with his oiled hand. And with the other hand, he ran the threads of the flogger down my spine, tickling my skin and shifting my concentration.
    “I’ve barely touched you, yet you are even more ready than usual. Can I take this as a good sign to