Deep Undercover Ch. 03

"Madison, I'm warning you," he's frustrated, but obviously turned on.

"Shhh. It's my turn now, Alex." I use the ribbon to pull his hands toward the corner post and quickly tie a square knot. I can feel his breath on me and realize I'm now hovering right above him, as I had to reach for the bedpost. I resist the urge to sink down low enough for his mouth to reach me and instead back up so that I'm straddling his stomach.

"Untie me Madison, now," he orders.

I smile down at him in defiance, "No, sir. I'm in charge now. You didn't really expect to kidnap a woman with equal training and strength to yours and not have some fight, did you?"

"I hardly think our strength is equal. However, I'll amuse you in this act of defiance."

"Sure you will," I lean down and run my tongue over his lips, sliding it slowly in and out of his mouth. His breathing increases rapidly. I pull away, teasing him, moving just far enough away so that he can't lift his head to reach me. I run the back of my hand over his roughly stubbled cheek, "Poor, helpless, Alex. Do you want to kiss me more?"

"Yes," he mutters breathlessly.

I smile and lean down and kiss him deeply, ending with my tongue once again teasing his lips. I run it down his bristly chin and over his neck, making my way to the side and back up to his left ear. I exhale heavily on his earlobe. That always drives me wild. "Do you want me to suck your cock, sir?"

No answer.

"I said, do...you..want..me...to...suck...your...cock, sir? Come now. Don't be shy." I lift my ass a bit and reach my hand down and slide it under the waistline of his boxer briefs. I can feel his manhood begging to be let free, begging for release. I stroke it several times, all the while breathing hot air onto his earlobe. He's struggling not to make a sound as I move my hand up...down...up...down.

I reach the bottom of his shaft and push my hand further into his pants to his rock-hard, tense balls. I squeeze and pull them gently. "Fuck, Madison," he's finally willing to make a sound.

"Do you like that, Alex?" I am enjoying teasing him, but I want more.

"Fuck yes."

"Good. Now I'll ask you once more: do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Yes," he concedes.

I push myself up and smile, as I gaze into his eyes, not removing my hand from his sac. They're full of want and lust. I use my other hand to unbutton his shirt, kissing and licking his smooth, exposed chest with each freed button. I continue this pattern as I make my way down, I can feel his hard cock pushing through his briefs and grazing my body as I move. Finally I reach it.

I slowly pull down his pants and look him in the eyes as I wrap my fingertips around the waistband of his charcoal gray boxer briefs and pull them down, freeing his hard on. As tempted as I am to climb on and ride him into oblivion, my mouth waters to have him. Not taking my eyes from his, I slowly lean down, rubbing my cheek against the soft skin of his shaft all the way to the base. I kiss it gently and run my tongue over his hot flesh.

He looks as if he may burst at the sight. I continue these torture and glide my tongue over his firm jewels, taking the left into my mouth. His eyelids fall in ecstasy and disappear from view as his head falls to the mattress. Mmmm good.

I take the right into my mouth and move my tongue all around it, making sure to cover every inch. Not removing my tongue from him, I run it back to the base of his twitching cock and up to the tip, circling it and pressing into it until a drop of his sweet nectar graces my tongue. More. I need more.

I use my left hand to steady his shaft at the base and my right to massage his aching balls. His eyes still closed, he moans, "Oh fuck Madison," as I encircle the summit of his manhood with my mouth. I move my head slowly down, taking it in inch by inch, letting it fill my mouth to the back of my throat until I can't go any further. "Fuck!" he proclaims.

I move back up and do this several times. Up...down...up...down. "Oh, Madison, please!" That's right. Enough teasing. A little faster now...up...down...up...down. And faster. And faster, my mouth full of his sweet prick and my ears full of his moaning and shouting my name. I'm lost in this rhythm of oral percussion. "Madison, fuck, I'm going to come," he shouts, as his body bucks and his cock releases his warm, sweet cum. I swallow greedily as it fills the back of my throat and his body relaxes under me. I suck my way back up his rod, making sure to get every last drop, kissing the tip as I let it fall from my mouth.

His eyes remain closed as he works to slow his breathing. Finally he opens his eyes and looks up at me. "Jesus Christ, Madison," he breathes in and out. After a few moments he's breathing normally again, "I knew you would be good at swallowing."

I can't help but smile. "Why thank you, sir," I proudly say, "I guess I can untie you now."

"Yes. Good girl."

I straddle Alex's stomach again and reach over him to loosen the knot at the bedpost and then unwrap the ribbon from his wrists. As suddenly as he's freed, he's turned me over and is on top of me again, devouring my mouth with his, his once again hard cock pressed against my aching pussy. Just when I think I may faint from loss of breath he pulls away and looks seriously and intensely into my eyes, "That's the last time you ever pull a stunt like that again, Madison. Do you understand? I let you overpower me because I wanted to see if you would try to escape. Make no mistake. It won't happen again."

"I thought you liked it," I'm a bit hurt by his sudden change in mood.

"You misunderstand. I adored it, but, in general, I like to be in control. It's my nature. It's who I am."

"So do I."

"Do you?" he looks questioningly, "I want you to consider that, Madison. I've no intention of changing you if that is who you truly are, a dominant. But sometimes within the most staunch dominant hides a ripe submissive, eager to be released. Make no mistake, dominant or submissive, both are equals. I just happen to have you in my possession right now." He winks at that last part, and a proud smile emerges.

He glances over me toward the wall, "It's 1:15. I'm late for a call. Will you excuse me?"

"Sure," I'm a bit disappointed. I want him to fuck me so badly.

As if he can read my thoughts he bores gently into my eyes, "We will. I want it to be perfect. Why don't you go take a hot bath and relax? Your clothes are still in this closet. I'm not leaving the house, although you may not be able to find me when you come down. I'll have Helga make some lunch. Please don't wait for me."

"Ok, Alex...or should I still call you sir?" I can't help the tone of sarcasm.

"Alex now," he winks as he pushes himself up. I lift myself and rest on my elbows. I've never seen a specimen of man that I've desired so much, from his smooth, chiseled chest down to his rocklike cock, which he tucks into his briefs. He puts himself back together, leaving his jacket and tie on the bed.

His eyes trace my body as he walks reluctantly toward the door. "See you soon," he smiles as he grasps the handle, opens the door and vanishes into the corridor.

I fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering the person who I thought I knew best- myself. Am I submissive? I've never chosen a side, but I'm an agent. Yet I've never been so turned on as when he tells me what to do, makes me call him 'sir', pins me down to the bed. I grin to myself. Maybe I can be both. Maybe I always have been a strong...submissive.