The Swiss Escape

Tease

I stared up at Alex from the floor. I’m on my knees with my legs slightly apart. Alex tied my calves to my thighs. Somehow Alex has positioned a wand vibrator directly on my c**t. Alex grabs the clamps and kneels to my level. “If these are too much, you need to tell me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you. These are advance, so don’t think you need to take it just to impress me.” I nod, understanding his words.

Alex pulls the magnets out of the box. He pulls apart one set of magnets, “Don’t forget to breathe.” Alex seems worried about me. Maybe this isn’t something I should do. Placing the magnet on both sides of my right n****e, Alex lets go, and the magnets try to come together. It surprises me how intense the pain is. The clamp feels tight. Taking several deep breaths and I notice the pain subsided. Alex places the other clamp on; it doesn’t seem as intense as the first. Alex then turned on the wand.

His fingers run through my hair. In a low voice, Alex asks, “Are you okay?” I nod. Alex stands and takes a few steps back, “You look better than I imagined. I have waited so long to see you like this.” Alex steps towards me; his c**k is close to my mouth. Without thinking, I open my mouth and willingly take him into it. Alex begins thrusting his hips. I hallow my cheeks and start sucking. Looking up at Alex, I find that he is watching me.

I feel my muscle contracting as the wand stimulates my c**t. When I let out a moan, I vibrate Alex’s member. I hear him gasp. Knowing he is enjoying this; I suck harder and try to move my head faster. Soon I feel Alex’s c**k twitching in my mouth. He soon finds his release. As Alex pulls out of my mouth, he runs his fingers through my hair. Kneeling, he turns the wand on to a higher setting. I shudder as I find my release.

Alex unties me. We lay down on his bed. “Has anyone ever tied you to the bed?” I ask Alex curiously.

“Yes. It’s okay on occasion. Would you like to try it?” Alex looks at me, curiously.

“Maybe once. I just wonder what it would be like.”

Alex nods. “Give me a few minutes to rest.” I smile.

When Alex is ready, I take the rope. There is something about the idea I find exciting.

I look down at Alex. I tie his hands behind his back and place a blindfold over his eyes. Alex lays on his back. My hands are slowly run down his body, taking extra time at his chest. My fingers trace his abs. I can feel his muscles tighten in anticipation the lower I get. When I almost reach his hard member, I change directions and touch the outside of his thighs. “You’re such a tease, Schatzi.” There is a smile in his voice. I know he is enjoying my teasing him.

My eyes travel to his c**k; there is a small drop of liquid already. I am tracing up his inner thigh. I use my thumb to spread the liquid over the tip. The moment I finally touch Alex, he groans. Something about this makes me feel powerful. I love seeing him like this, giving me the control to do whatever I wish to him.

I lick the tip of his c**k, allowing my tongue to explore the slit, then I lick down to the base and back up to the tip. When I finally begin sucking, I feel Alex pulling against his restraints. This is the first time I have ever tied someone. A part of me hopes I tied him well enough that he can’t escape, while the other side hopes he will take back control.

Alex hits the back of my throat; he lets out a gasp in response. His head is back, his mouth is slightly open, and his breathing is ragged. When I pull away, he lets out a sigh. Getting on top of him, I let the tip of his c**k rub against my wet silt. Leaning down, I whisper into Alex’s ear, “Would you like to hear me moan?”

A grin is on Alex’s face, “Oh, Schatzi, I am going to make you scream.” In the next second, Alex’s hands are on me. He pulls the blindfold off and positions himself at my entrance. He straddles one of my legs and pushes the other over his shoulder. Alex forces his way into me. There is no time to adjust to him as he begins to move. I cry out as each thrust brush against my c**t as he takes me. It doesn’t take long before I start orgasming. “I’m so glad I took the blindfold off; I would hate to miss seeing you tremble under me.”

I scream Alex’s name as I find release again. Alex quickens his pace, and I know he’s close. I watch as all his muscles tense. I can tell his prolonging his release. When I find my third orgasm, Alex, finally, let's go. Alex and I lay on opposite ends of the bed, trying to catch our breath. “Sorry, I didn’t tie your hands well enough.”

“Don’t be. I think it ended well.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“What do you prefer to be, the top or the bottom?” I ask curiously to find out which Alex likes.

“I typically like being the one who does things to the other person, but on occasion, I don’t mind being the one restrained. Especially if you are teasing me.” I smile. I finally catch my breath and sit up, facing Alex. “Which do you prefer, Schatzi?”

“I enjoy being tied down, more than tying someone down. I think like you, on occasion, it’s okay, but I prefer it the other way.” Alex looks relieved by my answer. “What is your plan for later today?”

“Later today?” Alex looks confused.

“Yes, it’s about two in the morning.” I look over at Alex. I can tell he is shocked by how late it is.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s so late. Before we pick Kayla up later, we should move your things into our room. It will be easier to unpack everything. That way, all the attention can be on her.”

Thinking about what Alex’s mother asked earlier, I decided to ask Alex about children. “Alex, I want to be honest with you. As much as I want another child, I want us to be together for a while first. I know I’m serious about you, and you’re serious about me. But I still want some time to iron out our relationship. We also need to set boundaries for Kayla. If we were to have a child, it wouldn’t be right for you to parent one and not the other.”

Alex stares at me for a moment. I can tell he is taking in what I’m saying. “Kamryn, yes, I want children, but it isn’t a decision to rush.  When it comes to Kayla, for now, I am good with just being her friend. Maybe once we are together for a year, we can reevaluate where we are. You are an amazing mother to Kayla, and I know if we ever have children, you will be amazing with them.”

Hearing Alex’s words brings me relief. “I am glad we are on the same page.” I look at him for a moment, “Did you mean what you said about adopting Kayla?”

Alex pauses for a moment. “Yes, we have only known each other for less than a year, but I know what I feel for you. There are many times I wish Kayla were mine. Sometimes when she forces me to color with her, or she pretends to cook for us with her plastic food, I can trick myself into believing we are a family. Those are the moments I enjoy the most.” Alex has a smile on his face when he talks about Kayla.

“What about when she’s cranky?” I look at him with amusement.

“I enjoy those moments too. I know it sounds pathetic, but you gave me what Lana took. She promised me a family. Then she snatched it from me in a second. What worse is I felt laughed at for believing her. When I interviewed you, I was surprised you had a daughter. What surprised me more was that I still found you attractive. You have no idea how many times I thought about you. I even put your file in the top drawer of my desk so that I could look at it.” He pauses for a moment and takes my hand. “The day I saw you outside the school, I knew I wanted you. Even you telling me about your crazy ex didn’t stop me from wanting you. It felt like an obsession with you. Like I needed to see you every day. It started with me observing your class. Then I would watch you out of my office window. One day Mila caught me and asked why I hadn’t made a move yet. I guess the entire staff knew about my feelings for you. Kamryn, I was obsessed with you from the start, and Kayla has grown special to me. The thought of not seeing either of you every day hurts me.”

I stare at Alex; he often says he isn’t good at romance, but I think he is. “I struggled with my attraction for you. It felt wrong and right at the same time. I am still married, so it felt wrong, but Jen and Mila told me that I was ridiculous. That life without love would be boring.” Yawing, I laid down next to him. Pulling me close, he kissed my cheek.

“I am glad they convinced us to look past our issues. I didn’t know what to say to you. I think Mila got frustrated with me for that. I told my uncle about you. He said I should go for it.”

“So, I am a little confused about the story. Your great uncle started the school? Then your uncle asked you to run it?”

“My great uncle started it, yes. After he died, it went to my uncle, though he is technically my cousin. It’s my great uncles’ son. He and my father are close in age and spent a lot of time together growing up, so Fritz and I called him uncle. He wants to meet you soon. I felt like it was too soon in our relationship, so I told him no. But now that you met my parents. Meeting my uncle will be easy.”

“Why do your parents support Fritz, but not you?” I don’t want to upset Alex, but I want to know why they treat one child better than the other.

Alex lets out a sigh, “I’m fairly independent. My brother never was. He would do anything my mother asked him. When it came to school, he struggled. I didn’t. I skipped a year of school, making me only two years behind him. I made high marks and always scored well on exams. When Fritz did well, we celebrated. It was expected of me to do well. I remember going out to dinner once. Fritz got to pick the place since he did well on his exam. We went in, and my mother told everyone how well Fritz did. When I spoke up about my score, my mother got upset. She said I was trying to take the attention away from Fritz. Later I asked why we never celebrate my scores. She told me it was because school is easy for me. Fritz works hard, and his accomplishments deserved celebrating. I didn’t, so my scores mean nothing. That is when my rebellious phase started. I stopped dancing in the middle of a competition, walked off stage during a violin recital, and refused to do anything they told me.”

Hearing about Alex’s childhood breaks my heart. “No child should feel less than a sibling. Your mother should have celebrated your accomplishments even if they were different.”

He nods, “my brother always had an excuse of why he couldn’t work. Typically, it was because his boss didn’t like him, but I had to work. They expected different things from me and not Frits. As a teenager, I worked for one of the ski lodges in the mountains. I cleaned, cooked, carried bags, checked supplies, dealt with equipment, and all kinds of odd jobs. I got into great physical shape. That caused girls to notice me. When I started talking to girls at home, Fritz got jealous. They restricted the time I could spend on the phone to 15 minutes a day. Then it became I couldn’t have girls over or date. That lasted until I was seventeen, and they moved. I stayed here and went to university.”

I lay my head on Alex’s shoulder. “Want me to add something gross in their food? I can put dog food in it.”

Alex laughs, “What kind of dog food?” I look up at him and laugh. “No, don’t do anything to their food, though the thought is entertaining. What would you like to cook?”

“I don’t know. Is there anything I make that you like?” I glide my fingers up and down his abs.

“I liked your eggplant lasagna and that salad you made with the citrus dressing. That will impress my mother.” Alex rubs my arm as I lay on him.

“I thought you only ate that to be polite? If you want, I can make it.”

“The first bite was to be polite. After that, it was because I thought it was good. I haven’t disliked anything you’ve made.”

“I will happily make whatever you want. You know your parents better than me. If you think they will like it, I will make it.” I yawn, “Sorry, I am getting sleepy.”

“Let’s go to bed.  We have the morning to play. Then we can go to the market before getting Kayla.”