Pulse: BBW Contemporary Rock Star Romance (3 page)

Through the couch, both could feel the other's heart still racing, as he tried to catch his breath. Primal instinct hung thick and throbbing in the air between them, their casual quiet drinking was a deliberate, devious dalliance on both their parts, delaying and dilating the inevitable deed to come. Alyssa relished the waiting. A pause in the momentum dripping thick with the unspent drive. Neither of them looked at each other but both were on the verge of pouncing. The very intentional act of delaying the event had both parties feeling like a hissing kettle.

Soon, very soon, the drinks were done. Condensation on empty glasses slid downwards to draw wet rings on the coffee table. Once again the two were in a tangle, tops off and pelvises thrusting, hot breath dancing in a cloud between their faces. There was barely a moment amidst the action for either to look at the other. Alyssa's hand had unbuckled Callum's belt and she dug in his pants for him, and he did the same. Suddenly he stood, collecting her up in his arms and carrying her through the archway into the bedroom where he tossed her onto the bed and walked towards her on all fours with an up-to-no-good grin on his face.

He dragged her skirt down over her thin, lengthy legs. His eyes stared wild with desire at what lay between them.

“Hold on,” she said.

“What?”

She pulled her feet up beneath her so that her knees were level with her chin. “I'm not just a regular fuck,” she said, “I like things a little more…spicy.”

Callum chuckled to himself. He looked down at the bed beneath him, then back up to meet her eyes. “Oh yeah?”

Alyssa nodded fast, her eyes little girl on Christmas. She stood up off the bed and gently guided him down so he was sitting up against the headboard with a smile like a boy with a new present. Reaching into her bag, she took a pair of handcuffs and a whip, then laid on the bed beside him.

“Oh,” he said in a tone like caramel, “So you are kinky, aren't you? What a naughty little minx.”

Gliding her breasts against his face, him breathing in the sweet salt of her skin's sweat, she looped the handcuffs under a gap in the top of the bedframe and clicked them shut over his wrists. He became instantly hard, barely able to control spontaneous thrusts of his hips as he stared at her lustfully.

“Are you ready?” she said in a breathy voice. He nodded with villainous eyebrows.

“Hold on,” she said again. Alyssa left the room and returned with her phone in hand. She opened the camera function and began to snap photographs of the arrested rock-star, each one more devastating and unflattering than the last.

“What the fuck?” he growled, kicking and tugging, struggling to free himself from the restraints.

But he struggled to no avail. In under a minute, she had captured more than a thousand emasculating photographs. While he lay there, trapped, she swiped through them, satisfied by what she saw.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Callum asked.

“You're a rich man,” she said, “I'm a less-than-rich woman.” Alyssa crawled up to him, on all fours as he had her, sucking and biting at his neck. He tried to push his body away, furious with a very different heat. “I thought we could do a trade,” she whispered.

“You're a fucking psycho!”

She chuckled to herself, sitting up straight. “It's easy, painless. You give me money, and I delete the photographs.” Callum searched for words but found none. He stared at her in shock, in horror. Alyssa slid off of the bed and put her clothes back on. She placed a scrap of paper down on the bed. “My phone number,” she explained, “For when you're ready to bargain.”

He yelled expletives and struggled against his bonds, cursing her as she moved now fully clothed towards the front door. But then she stopped and turned to the man tied on the bed. She looked at the poor creature tied to the bed and still felt that hotness for him she did when she was younger. Think about it, Alyssa told herself. This is a man you can make love with, the hottest guy you ever have seen in real life. Why blackmail him? He was just too beautiful, too perfect, too sweet—underneath his bad decisions. She walked over to the bed, as he looked up at her from his furrowed brow. She ran her hands over his head, her fingers tracing a line through the soft down of his black hair.

“You're so beautiful, Callum.” He just stared at her, a possessed doll who still after all wanted some love. “Why do you have to be so mean?”

“I'm not mean,” he said. “Just drunk.”

She sat down on the bed, running her eyes over his naked body. She put her fingers over the rim of his underwear. Despite his anger, or maybe because of it, Callum found her massage arousing. She pulled his underwear off to see his whole body completely nude. Then she placed a kiss on his lips—a real kiss, the kind that the old Alyssa would have given her fantasy boyfriend when she first saw him perform his guitar solo on television so many years ago.

And he kissed back.

For a split second, Alyssa wondered whether they could have some kind of relationship. Callum's body emitted a warmness as she groped along his chest muscles, then ran the back of her fingers along his smooth skin. She kissed along the side of his neck as he shook with anticipation. She kissed under his neck, as her hand ran down between his legs and fondled his growing manhood. He tried to kiss her back and take control of the situation, but Alyssa wouldn't let him. He struggled against his cuffs, but she just smiled and shook her head. “You're mine, Callum. You're mine for just tonight.” He smiled despite trying to hide his excitement, then looked along her body as she began to undress. She took off her shirt and then unsnapped her bra. He looked at her naked breasts like a hungry animal, then reached for them but the cuffs stopped him. He growled at her, then licked his lips, ready to devour every inch of her. Then she got up and stepped out of her dress, one foot at a time. She stood there in heel and panties, naked everywhere else, and for the first time in her life, she didn't feel vulnerable being naked in front of another man. Her physical form laid bare for him, but there was nothing about the situation, at least in Alyssa's mind, that made her feel exposed. She was playing a game with a boy she liked. Besides, he was more naked than she was at this point. She jumped on the bed, straddling either side of his taught body. Her complete and total domination turned her on, because once she stopped to think about it, Alyssa could anything to this man right now, and he wouldn't be able to stop her. Of course, she would not take advantage of him, but the idea was fun to play with. She took a big whiff of his scent, then laid kisses along the sides of his body, and he shivered.

“That feels so good,” he said, smiling. “Keep going.”

Alyssa looked up at him, her stern eyes penetrating his facade. “Shut up,” she said. “I didn't give you permission to tell me what to do.”

“Yes ma'am,” he said, rubbing his butt into the bed, getting ready for the wild sexual ride that was to come. She continued kissing along his side and over his abs, tasting the smooth and salty parts of him that very few of his fans have gotten close to. Comparing the reality to the fantasy, Alyssa found the man was even more attractive and tasty than she ever found Callum in her imagination. She worked her way down between his legs, giving his inner thigh a prickly bite. She knew her technique was making a difference when he jumped like he had been struck by an electric jolt, as she sank her teeth into his thigh. She continued working her soft and supple lips over his erect shaft, over the top of the head and down around his jewels. She stopped right as he was getting into the act, slipped off her panties and crawled up over him, pushing his eager mouth into her with as much force as she could muster. After several seconds, she sat down on him and began riding him cowgirl style. She watched his face writhe and moan in pleasure, and just as he about to climax, she got up and began putting on her clothes.

“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going?”

“If you really want me, you will figure out a way to get me to stay, right?” Alyssa put on her clothes and headed straight for the door, hoping she would get what she wanted. Callum screamed after her.

“Please, Alyssa. Stop now. Uncuff me and I will pay you for the photos. Maybe you can stay as well, for the night.” She stopped at the door and turned for the second time that night. She pulled the camera out of her bag and displayed it for him.

“You mean this?”

“Of course,” he said. “Just get my wallet there on the counter. How much do you want?”

“All of it, buster.”

“Well, shit. It's all I got for now. I guess you can have it. Should be around $6, 000.” Alyssa smiled as she pulled the cash out of his wallet. Then she walked back to the door and shut it behind her, Callum's angry screams reverberating through the hotel room door. She counted the cash in her hands, as the camera hung from around her shoulder. This was definitely the best night she's ever had, Alyssa thought to herself.

The End

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