Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 324

(Annabel POV)

As I entered his private office, Kaden was obviously absorbed in whatever he was doing, so I stood quietly just inside the door for a couple of minutes before he spun his chair around and looked at me with a smile. I could feel the blood filling my cheeks as he grinned at me. "You're done all ready love? Good girl… Come here," he said as he motioned to his lap by patting his hand on his leg. He chuckled at the way I was walking as I approached him. I sat gently on his lap as he placed one arm around my waist and kissed my cheek softly. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his shoulder. I felt a shiver travel through my body as he caressed my back and my waist and I just melted into his tenderness. He reached down and began to stroke my thighs and as his hand made its way to my inner thighs I jumped slightly when he brushed against the clothespins. "Is your pussy uncomfortable?" He asked. I didn't make a sound as I squirmed a little on his lap. "Here baby, let me help you with that." He pinched the open end of one of the clothespins and released it; I inhaled sharply through my nose as I bit my lip so as not to let a noise escape as I felt the blood pounding there. He quickly released the other and began massaging my throbbing and now slightly swollen labia and his fingers felt so good pulling, squeezing and soothing. His left hand that had been around my waist reached down and began to pinch my inner thighs as his other hand continued massaging the outside of my pussy and applying intermittent friction on my clit. I began squirming on his lap as the desire was building in me again.

I was so on the edge it was beginning to make me tense. I really needed release but somehow I knew that he wasn't ready to grant it for me, and probably wouldn't for some time. I needed a distraction and I thought maybe I could try and tease him a little for a change, so I slid my hand down and began to caress the bulge in his jeans, I looked to him to see his reaction and he didn't seem to be opposed to the idea so I began licking my lips and begging with my body language for him to let me taste him. Maybe I could work off some of my sexual frustration that way. Dean seemed a little surprised, and then he smirked. "So you want a taste, do you?" I nodded enthusiastically and he squeezed the back of my neck bringing me to my knees.

At that point the only thing I was focused on was gettIing him into my mouth. I crawled between his knees, and buried my face into his crotch. I looked up to him for permission, and when he nodded, I began to unbutton him with my mouth and teeth. Finally his cock sprung free and I eyed it appreciatively as if it were the most delicious treat I had ever laid eyes on. I slowly bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, then ran my tongue leisurely up and down the length of it lingering on his shiny head. I then very gently nibbled my way down the underside until I reached the sensitive area under his shaft. Just a few licks there and I was rewarded with an appreciative groan from him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back as he stood and swiftly dropped his jeans. I was smiling at that as I slid down and under him and began sucking and licking his balls, I could feel them firming and tightening as I took them gently in my mouth. I brought my hands up and included them in my pleasure production for him. I paid close attention and realized I was going to receive no objection to using them, so I reached up with one hand and began to stroke the head of his cock, which was now slippery with his pre-cum, as my other hand gently lifted his balls up and my tongue moved back and licked the underside of his satiny sac, and then either side and over the top, circling his entire sac with my tongue slipping one ball into my mouth and then the other sucking gently. He was reacting so positively to this that my tongue just fervently began to explore him everywhere seeking out such places to get that desired reaction from him. His moans were making me so incredibly wet, if it were even possible for me to be wetter than I had been all day. I stroked his cock with my hand as my tongue delved into his ass and I sucked and licked a few minutes more before taking his now very rigid cock fully into my mouth.

He grabbed my hair and held my head firmly as he pushed down into my throat. I tried to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose as he claimed my mouth; I almost felt like I could cum just from the excitement at hearing his pleasure sounds as he took control, his movements were getting faster and faster until he finally spurted deep into my throat and pulled out before I could even finish cleaning him off. He then pulled his jeans back up, sat and leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction and zipped up his jeans, leaving me as horny and frustrated as ever. Without a word, he spun his chair around and started working at his computer again. I couldn't even groan my frustration for fear of being gagged. Silence never came easy for me, and Dean knew it, I secretly hoped that he would not impose his order of silence on me for much longer, and I really, really hoped he would soon grant me my much needed release.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself so I simply sat back on my heels on the floor next to his chair and waited for his instruction. My mind began to wander as it often does, and I was trying to make logical sense out of everything. I realized that as frustrated as I was, everything seemed to have a purpose, and for the most part, a very positive outcome.

I was also beginning to learn that as a submissive, it was never about my desires or needs being fulfilled. What he wanted, he got, when and where he wanted it. My desires usually had to wait, some days my release was never granted at all, sometimes he made me wait long agonizing periods, but the outcome was always worth it. He was also so tender and wonderful with me, that my needs did not seem so important anymore. He seemed to work so hard at keeping me safe and taking care of me, and always so creatively keeping things interesting and exciting, that my selfish desires seemed kind of unimportant. My gratification should come from knowing I have pleased him. I released a sigh of contentment, and he reached his hand back and stroked the back of my head lovingly, as if he could sense my epiphany. I closed my eyes and squirmed a little bit as I thought about how much I would love for him to kiss me right now. I loved everything about him but I especially loved his lips.