The door handle slowly turned as I rocked the chair back and forth, trying to shatter it and free myself. My first thought was that Alban had returned, but the person on the other side didn’t rush in. After a few agonising seconds, Alex’s beloved face appeared in the doorway.
“Alex! Baby, it’s you!” I exclaimed.
“What the hell happened here, Smith? Why are you tied to a chair?” she asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
“It’s a silly story,” I began. “This Arnavut guy came to collect something he thought I had – and that I would just hand it over for free,” I wanted to continue, but Alex cut me off.
“What is it with you and Arnavuts? What have you done this time?”
“Don’t worry, neither drugs nor the police are involved,” I reassured her.
“Oh, and that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she asked, irony thick in her voice.
“Either way, they’re gone now. Someone called the cops when they started smashing the place up,” I explained.
“Yes, I saw police cars outside,” she confirmed.
Although Alex was responding, her mind seemed elsewhere. Something was worrying her as she paced the room, absently picking up my scattered clothes.
“Baby, it’s okay. You don’t need to tidy up. I’ll do it myself once you untie me,” I said, trying to catch her eye.
But Alex ignored me. Instead, she closed the curtains and checked the door lock.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” I asked, growing concerned at her strange behaviour.
Suddenly she fixed her gaze on me — a sharp, penetrating stare with an odd, glassy sheen I had never seen before. She walked towards me slowly, greedily eyeing me up and down.
“You look very sexy like this, Smith,” she whispered.
“Does Mummy want to play? If Mummy unties me, I’ll do everything Mummy asks,” I replied eagerly, my heart leaping.
Alex shushed me and straddled my lap, bracing herself on my shoulders. She brought her face close and studied mine intently, planting soft kisses across every inch of skin her eyes lingered on. When she reached my lips, things turned serious.
The tip of her tongue traced my jawline and down my neck. I shivered at the tingling sensation. She caught my lower lip between hers and sucked gently. Meanwhile her hips rocked slowly up and down, her body trembling as though she were fighting the urge to move faster. Then she covered my mouth with hers and kissed me deeply, tongue plunging deeper until she was sucking on mine.
No one had ever done that to me before, and knowing it was Alex made the sensation overwhelming. At some point I realised my moans were turning her on — the louder I groaned, the harder she ground against me. The tension built until I nearly blacked out.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and slipped from my embrace. She moved behind me; I felt her hands massaging my chest. She nipped lightly at my neck and whispered sweet nonsense in my ear. Her hands drifted lower, rubbing my inner thighs, inching closer to my cock.
“Mummy, untie me. It’ll be more fun when we can both touch,” I murmured.
“I was thinking of doing this to you on the train,” Alex confessed as she bent to unzip my pants.
“Really?” I was genuinely surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I don’t think straight when I’m ovulating. Besides, it’s not allowed on public transport.”
She wrapped her small hand around my cock and stroked gently. Overcome with the need to touch her, I threw my head back, seeking her mouth. She sucked eagerly on my tongue while continuing to jerk me off.
At some point she released me and walked to the bed. My hungry eyes followed as she sat, peeled off her stockings, then lifted her grey dress — just covering her knees — and slid her panties down. By then, my cock was rock-hard.
She tugged my trousers down — no easy task with me tied to the chair — clearly determined to take me like this. Then she straddled me again, positioning herself so her clit rested along my shaft, her wet lips enveloping it. She began to grind, rubbing herself against me. The more she moved, the wetter she became; her juices ran down my thighs.
I would have preferred to suck her tits while fucking her properly, but I couldn’t deny how much I loved her using my body to pleasure herself. My moans seemed to drive her wild — each groan made her grind faster, chasing more of them.
“Mummy, you’re so wet. How about you put him in? Please Mummy, I want to feel inside your pussy,” I whimpered, nipping her earlobe.
My words drew a smile from her. She slid up and down a few more times, then lifted her hips, grasped my cock, and guided it to her entrance. It was so hard it stood straight up; she barely needed to hold it. The opening was tight despite her wetness. She took her time, making small, jerking movements until she had worked me fully inside.
Gradually her hips sped up, almost bouncing on me. By then I was losing focus — her tongue in my mouth, both of us moaning, teetering on the edge.
“Someone’s coming,” Alex gasped, breaking the kiss.
“You bet someone’s coming,” I grunted, grinning crookedly into her hazy, innocent eyes.
“No, Smith – I mean it. Someone’s in the hallway!”
She slid off me and frantically untied my wrists. Still dazed from the heat of it, I stood as she helped me pull up my trousers.
“Mummy, we’re not done,” I whispered, pulling her close as she fumbled with my clothes. “You haven’t come yet and I’m horny as fuck. We can’t just stop.”
“We must, Smith! I think it’s the police!”
She was right. She had only just grabbed her panties and stockings and hidden them behind her back when two officers burst in without knocking. I couldn’t zip up — my erection was still in the way — but my shirt was long enough to cover me. Still, our flushed faces, rumpled clothes, and guilty looks screamed that we had been caught mid-act.
The Gauls, being the obnoxious pricks they are, couldn’t hide their amusement. They had come to question us about the earlier disturbance, but we played dumb. The obvious signs of recent sex convinced them we hadn’t noticed anything or seen the culprits who had trashed the place.
While one officer spoke to me, the other pulled Alex aside. Before long, their conversation ended and she slipped out of the inn. I had half-expected it — she was mortified, terrified the Gauls would realise she was also police and report back to her boss. Her sudden flight frustrated me; I desperately wanted to finish what we had started. But I told myself I would get back to her later.
First, there was business to take care of.
