Late afternoon.
Alex woke up on the king bed to the feeling of cold metal snapping around his left wrist.
Then his right. Then both ankles.
He blinked awake: Laura straddling his chest, gloriously naked, hair wild, eyes burning with pure evil.
Soft silk ropes (the ones they'd bought "as a joke" at the adult store) now tied his wrists to the headboard posts and his ankles to the footboard.
Alex tugged once. The knots didn't budge.
Laura leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "Remember the boathouse, brother?"
Her voice was sugar laced with venom. "You broke me. Ten times. In front of the entire lake."
She bit his earlobe hard enough to draw blood. "Now I'm returning the favor. And I'm going to enjoy every second of your ruin."
Alex's cock was already a steel rod, leaking against his stomach.
Laura smiled like the devil who just bought his soul.
She started with her tongue: flat, wet, dragging from his balls to the tip in one agonizingly slow stripe. Then swallowed him to the root, throat convulsing around him, humming low so the vibrations shot straight to his spine. The second his hips jerked, she pulled off with a wet pop and blew cold air across the head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
She used her teeth: light, threatening scrapes along the underside.
Her nails: raking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs until he hissed.
Her breath: ghosting over the tip while she watched pre-cum bead and drip.
Alex thrashed against the ropes, veins bulging in his arms, voice shredded: "Laura....fuck....please"
She laughed, low and cruel. "Not yet, brother. You're going to cry first."
She tore open a fresh condom with her teeth, rolled it down his throbbing length with torturous slowness: pinching the tip, smoothing it with both hands, twisting at the base until he sobbed.
Then she mounted him like a war machine.
One brutal drop: taking every inch until her ass slapped his thighs.
Then she rode him like she wanted to kill him: Hips rolling forward and back, grinding her clit against his pelvis so hard she left wet streaks. Rising until only the head remained inside, then slamming down so violently the headboard cracked against the wall. Breasts bouncing so hard they slapped her own chin, nipples red and swollen. Nails carving bloody crescents across his chest, over his nipples, down his abs.
She Screamed: "This is for every scream you ripped out of me on that dock....take it....take your fucking punishment!"
She spun around, planted her feet wide on the mattress, and dropped into a perfect squat. Then fucked him reverse-cowgirl with murderous precision:
Ass cheeks spreading on every drop so he could see himself disappear inside her again and again. Reaching back with both hands to spread herself wider, showing him exactly how soaked and stretched she was.bSlamming down so hard the bedframe splintered, springs screaming. Laughing breathlessly when tears rolled down his temples.
She crawled up his body, planted her dripping pussy directly on his mouth, and ground down until his nose was buried in her. "Make me come twice or I leave you like this all night."
Alex devoured her: tongue fucking deep, lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard while she rode his face like a toy. She came the first time with a scream that rattled the windows, thighs clamping his head so tight he saw stars. The second time she turned backward, ass bouncing inches from his eyes, came again while choking him with her thighs.
Laura decided the real torment was about to begin.
She straddled his ribs, breasts swaying, eyes glowing with pure demonic glee. Laura leaned over him, peeled the ruined condom off with deliberate slowness, and tossed it aside.
Then she lowered her mouth: not to his cock, never to his cock: and started licking. She began at his throat: slow, wet stripes that made him shudder. Down to his collarbone, sucking bruises into the hollows. Across his chest: tongue circling one nipple, then the other, biting just hard enough to make him jerk against the ropes. Down the center of his abs, tracing every ridge with the flat of her tongue, dipping into his navel until his breath hitched.
She moved lower:
Licking the sharp V of his hips. Sucking marks into the sensitive skin just above his cock. Dragging her tongue over his balls, slow and worshipful, taking one into her mouth and humming until his entire body convulsed. But his cock: throbbing, leaking, angry red: she ignored completely.
Alex's voice cracked into desperate, broken pleas: "Laura....please....touch me....fuck....please...."
She smiled against his thigh, teeth grazing the skin. "No."
She kept going:
Licking the insides of his wrists where the ropes had bitten in. Sucking each of his fingers into her mouth like she was tasting him. Running her tongue up his forearms, over the bulging veins in his biceps. Biting his shoulders, his neck, the shell of his ear
Everywhere except the one place he needed.
Alex was openly crying now: tears rolling into his hair, hips jerking uselessly into empty air, voice raw: "Laura....baby....please....I'll do anything....touch my cock....please...."
She sat back on her heels between his spread legs, admired the wreck she'd made of him, and finally: finally: wrapped one lazy hand around the base of his cock.
But didn't stroke.
She just held him: thumb resting on the underside, feeling him pulse desperately against her palm. Occasionally she'd swipe a single finger through the pre-cum pooling on his stomach and paint it across his lips.
Alex sobbed, head thrashing side to side. "Laura....fuck....move your hand....please....I can't...."
She leaned down, licked a stripe up his shaft once: just once: then pulled away. Then, when he was nothing but broken pleas and shaking limbs.
She tore open a fresh condom with her teeth.
Rolled it down his length with agonizing slowness: pinching the tip, smoothing every inch, twisting at the base until fresh tears spilled. Only then did she climb up his body. She hovered over him, letting the head of his cock nudge her entrance, teasing, teasing…
Alex was beyond words: just guttural, animal sounds of pure need. Laura sank down in one brutal, perfect drop.
And rode him like the world was ending: Hips slamming. Breasts bouncing so hard they slapped her chin. Nails carving fresh blood across his chest.
She Screamed: "This is for every time you denied me, brother....take it....take every second of hell I just gave you!"
She came twice before she even let him move.
Then she untied his wrists.
Alex flipped her instantly, drove into her with years of pent-up rage and love, and came with a roar that shook the walls: pulsing inside the latex, collapsing on top of her, shaking so hard he couldn't breathe.
They lay in the wreckage: blood, sweat, tears, and rope burns.
Laura traced the teeth marks on his shoulder and smirked.
Alex's voice was completely destroyed. "Truce?"
Laura kissed the tears on his cheek. "Never, baby. You're mine to break whenever I want."
Day 2 still had hours of sunlight left. And Alex had never been happier to lose.