The Smut Writer 2 - His Reward

“Oh my God, Alex.” Katy’s beautiful body rocked rhythmically on top of his, her voice catching on the raw edge of pleasure as she played with herself. “Is this what you think about when you think about me?” Beneath her painted eyelids, her gray eyes glittered. Alex thought of the sun dancing deceptively on a deep and dangerous sea, and his heart quivered in his chest. Exposure. It terrified him, even now, even though Katy had given him no reason to fear it. Though that wasn’t quite true, he corrected himself. Unlike other girls to whom he had tried to open up, Katy wasn’t scared off by the labyrinthine twists and turns of his secret mind. Quite the opposite. Knowing what went on in his head was a huge turn-on for her. Alex was under no illusions. The truth was, Katy was way out of his league. Beautiful, intelligent, successful, she could have any man she wanted. The only thing he could think that had drawn her to him in the first place was exactly those wrinkles of his psyche he had spent so many years hiding from the world.

Old habits die hard. Even in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world, with the air dripping with pleasure and the scentless hormones of sexual desire, Alex struggled to admit the truth. What he wanted, what he needed, was hard to admit even to himself. To be taken. To be dominated. To be made to submit, to grovel and beg, to bow as an inferior to a will more powerful than his own. And he knew that it was what Katy wanted too, their mutual desires fitting perfectly up against one another like two pieces cut from the same dark puzzle. But that didn’t make it easy to say.

Katy’s sharp heels rattled against the headboard of the swaying bed. Her legs trembled with excitement, and Alex suspected that if he wanted to, he could probably wrench his hands free from under her feet. But they both knew that he wouldn’t. Katy’s hold on him was far more powerful than the physical. He needed her, like an addict that submits to the needle until they can no longer recognize themselves. Sometimes, Alex looked into the swirling steel-gray depths of Katy’s eyes and wondered if he would ever be free if her. In his hidden heart, he hoped not.