Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 317

(Kol's POV)

We held each other close and enjoyed time we rarely had without the kids. Before long, my hands were exploring her like we were teenagers. Her breath told me she was enjoying it.

"Let's go upstairs" I said. "It's time to finish the bet we made."

She stared at me. Her look said it all. Her body was ready for more, but her mind was worried about what I might demand from her. A blow job? Anal sex? Something more kinky? Her thoughts were running wild, and while the passion of the drinks wanted to let go, her conservative upbringing was hanging on. I was loving every minute. I knew tonight was not about me. It was about her, but she had no idea.

I followed her upstairs to the bedroom, grabbing her ass several times on the way up. I could tell she was feeling horny, but I could also sense the tension.

As we entered the bedroom, she turned, threw her arms around me and asked "what was the bet again?" She was nervous and sizing me up for how far this might go.

Sensing the anxiety, I asked "You don't remember?"

With that I gave her a kiss and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She was stunned. You could have heard a pin drop.

"Oh God, what did I promise him?" she wondered.

I knew the truth - she had not promised anything, but the mystery of the evening was causing her mind to race, and it was racing to places she dare not go. How far would I make her go? Might she have to swallow my load? Or worse? There were so many possibilities.

Her heart was racing. Her legs were tingling. Her nipples were hard and even though we were in the sanctity of our bedroom, there was a strange mix of excitement, anticipation, and apprehension.

The anticipation was too much. She stripped right then and there. While she longed to know the bet, she wanted to be fucked. There was no hiding that as her body gave every clue. As I walked from the bathroom she was already laying naked on the bed. Her ample tits were calling me with rock hard nipples. Her eyes begged me. Too bad it wasn't time yet.

I joined her in the bed. As I lay next to her, she got the first brush of my hard cock. Nothing had happened yet, but I was so excited I was ready to pop. My cock was throbbing anticipating the rest of the evening. She stared me in the eyes and asked "so, what do I owe the winner?"

I did not answer at first. I nibbled on her ear with a soft moan and a kiss. I nestled my cock up tight against her leg, continuing to kiss her neck. She whispered in my ear "so what do you want tonight?". That just made it worse. I almost abandoned the plan right there. My balls were tightening, my cock was aching and her breath in my ear put me on the edge, but I held out. Tonight, I was in control.

As I pulled away from her neck, I gently caressed my hand across her stomach. She jumped. She wasn't ticklish, so I knew it was the anticipation of touching her bare pussy. But I didn't. Instead I pulled her closer. I looked deep into her eyes and kissed her softly. A long passionate kiss, my tongue intertwined with hers.

As we finished, I asked if she really did not remember the bet. By now, the bet was no longer important, except to me. Still, she answered. "I know I lost, but what did I promise you?"

"Nothing" I said and I kissed her again.

"Nothing at all which is why tonight is my night."

She kissed me again before I could finish. Hot. Horny. Wanting me now. "Fuck me" she said. As hard as my cock was, I passed on her advances.

"Not yet" I said. "Tonight is going to be different. Tonight you have to do what I tell you."

She gulped and stared at me for what seemed like minutes. Stammering, she asked "like what?"

I kissed her passionately again, my right hand caressing her breast as my cock pulsed against her leg. Her imagination was running wild. As we finished our embrace I whispered into her ear "you don't have to do anything but enjoy." Now, she was as confused as ever.

"I want you to roll over on your stomach" I told her. My plan was in full motion. She hesitated, but I think she felt better that I had not demanded something crazy, something she was mortified to try. She rolled over and all I could focus on was her sweet ass. Still as gorgeous as the day we got married.

I stood at the side of the bed and stretched her arms above her head. I began her massage with some lavender oil working the full length of both arms. She lay patiently enjoying the feeling, but wondering what was next. I took her by surprise when I pulled a necktie from under the bed. In a matter seconds, I had tied her wrists together - not hard, but just enough that she could not get free.

She looked at me trying to protest.

"Really?" she asked.

I kissed her softly and whispered "you lost."

Now it was full speed ahead. Tonight was about her mastering her senses. I pulled a blindfold from the nightstand and straddled her back, her arms still bound in front of her. I put the blindfold on. She stirred as if she wanted to refuse but soon realized it was futile. Her anxiety was way up now. This was not her and she wanted out. I started to massage her shoulders giving her no choice. At the same time, I leaned down and whispered "trust me and it can be the best bet you ever lost".

While she wanted to relax, there were things going through her head. Bondage? Anal? A threesome? What?

She wanted it, but was nervous what "it" might be.

I had one last element of surprise. Music. I put the earbuds in her ears and turned on some music. That confused the shit out of her. Depriving her of her key senses – touch, sight, and sound- would allow her to focus on what she was feeling. The fires would burn hotter than ever from her brain to her pussy. My cock was already yearning for more.

The full massage began. I dripped a few drops of the warm oil on her back. As I enjoyed the scent, I started to work the oil, kneading the muscles in her back to chase the tension away. She was starting to live in the moment and to forget about what might lie ahead.

I straddled her ass as she listened to the carefully selected music. I reached for her shoulders and her neck. With every long stroke she could feel my rock hard dick press against her. I would push hard up her spine to her shoulders, then down her shoulders under her arms stopping long enough to caress her tits which were pressed on the bed. I knew it was working by listening to each breath.

She was in heaven, or so she thought. I too was enjoying the bet and taking time to explore her body, all while focusing on her missing senses. I moved my attention to her ass. With the lightest possible caress from my finger, I traced lines on her cheeks. She twitched. She was deep in pleasure, enjoying the music and the focus that came with the darkness. She was letting go of her anxiety, lost in the darkness as I sat between her legs. With her legs slightly open, she was getting moist. I, on the other hand was ready to go to the next level.

I pulled one of her favorite toys from the nightstand. It was a nine inch vibrator. We didn't use it often, but she never failed to enjoy it, and it almost always guaranteed a shuddering orgasm. As I kneeled between her legs, the anticipation was building. The lack of sight and sound made every movement that much more interesting. "What is he doing?" she thought to herself.

I was so tempted to just shove it in her wet hole, but there was more to do. I tossed the vibrator onto the bed between her legs. She twitched again as it grazed her leg.

"Was that really the vibrator?" she wondered.

The latex cock was now lying against her leg just centimeters from her wet pussy. She could feel it, but she couldn't use it. She didn't quite know what to think, but her soft little moan told me she wanted it.

I turned my back to her and pulled her foot to me. Let the foot massage begin. She couldn't see me. She couldn't hear me. She couldn't touch herself. And most importantly, she could not get the vibrator to her aching pussy. It was working – the sensation of desire was building beyond anything she had ever felt.

As I finished her foot massage, she was twisting and stretching, more desperately reaching for her vibe. That made me even more horny. I don't know if my cock had ever been as hard as it was right then. There was pre-cum dripping from the tip. I used it as I stroked my cock with my hand. As much as I wanted her to lick it off, I knew that I could work more magic by not losing the moment. After all, it was about her, not me.