The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Thirty Four

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Emory’s POV

My organs were sore but I liked just how sore it was—sore enough to leave an imprint of the person that caused it. The last thing I remembered was eating lunch with Gilbert but now I was on a bed. I woke up to see bright light cutting through the room, and my hand flew to my eyes on intuition to protect them from the light. A part of my heart was eaten by humiliation, but overall, I was entirely fine. No evidence of all that had happened the day before and I felt glad for that. My plans worked accordingly and right now, I was in the space of my all-time adversary. A gentle pat on my thigh made me gradually and reluctantly peel my eyes open. Last night would easily be said to be my best night ever. My sleep was great and so was the s*x. Gilbert was beyond good last night that I lost track of the number of orgasms I had. He took me to heights I never knew existed and most shockingly, I wanted and still want more. Blame my wild hormones. I was sore, deliciously sore I must add and even though I could barely walk, I wouldn’t think twice if he asked that I put my leg on his shoulders.

“Wake up, Salvatore” Gilbert’s baritone rumbled against my bones, pushing me to wake up.

“I don’t want to” I whined, using the sheets to cover me up. “Gosh, I feel so light ”

“That should be my fault and I’m sorry. The thing is, it is past noon and I thought you would feel more refreshed if you have a bath and eat. Medications wouldn’t be a bad idea too” after what he said about noon, I immediately zoned out on him, how the hell did I sleep for such a long time? I hastily kicked the sheets away from my body and hurried to do my morning routine, which was now an afternoon routine.

“How are you feeling?” Gilbert asked me the second I came out of the bathroom.

“Sore… I feel sore” I answered and slummed lazily on the bed.

“do you want me to massage your body for you?” he asked with concern laced in his voice but I also didn’t miss the suggestive tone in it.

“I’m not sure what your plan is but no…, I’d pass” I chuckled and Gilbert showed me his puppy face which in my opinion was outrageous. It was funny as f**k.

“Uhm, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

I shook my head in negation. "Then if you don't, I have somewhere I want you to be" he giggled.

"You want to wear me out, yeah?"

"If that is what you want then why not?" Goodness, I couldn't I was going on a daily duty of unending streak of s*x with this man. In contrast to my previous thought, I had not got the leisure to skirt through. Maybe I would dive off to plan B or make a sub Plan A. I was out of time and I needed to think fast.

"Come here," Gilbert said, interrupting my thought. His hips started to gently move, and I felt him getting harder inside me again. He kept kissing my face and talking. His moving body was getting on my nerves, causing the fury in me to rise.

Gilbert pulled back for a second and looked me in the eyes...

“What are you thinking about, Emory?” he asked, his eyes searching for an answer in mine.

“You don’t want to know. Now get off me already!” I jerked, trying to escape his clutch, but he didn’t budge. His eyes were cold again—the king had returned —and fighting him made no sense at all.

“I want to be on top,” I said through clenched teeth, grabbing his buttocks.

"I'll always be on top of you, Emory. Far above you and your plans. But if you think going on top of my d**k will satiate your present urge, then by all means"

"Oh, wow"

Gilbert watched my face for a while longer, finally draping his arm around my waist and turning us over, never slipping out of me. He dropped, lifting his arms, just like I had a while ago. Slowly I rose above him, falling back down onto his hard c**k. What he had said surprised me, but at the same time, I grew baffled. I was still angry, too. I clasped my right hand over his cheeks like a pin and pinched hard. His eyes stayed closed, but he started to clench and unclench his jaw. Steadily, I lifted myself and slid right back down, letting him slip deeper inside. I wanted him to know what I felt. I needed to punish him for everything. Hurt him. And I only knew one way to do that.

I pushed myself up, and when he felt what I was doing, he opened his eyes. I shot him a warning glare and went to find the bathrobe by the door. His seed was dripping down my legs. I dragged my finger through it, gathering some of the sticky c*m, and licked it off my finger, keeping my eyes trained on Gilbert. His prick started to throb.

“You’re sweet,” I said, licking my lips. “Want to try?”

“I’m not a fan of my own taste, so I’m going to have to pass,” he replied, disgusted.

“Sit up,” I ordered, sitting astride him.

Calmly, Gilbert did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked me in a tone more serious than normal.

I chose to ignore his question and tied his hands so hard he hissed with pain.

Then I pushed him to the bed and reached out to the drawer on the left. I rummaged through the drawer again but didn’t find what I was looking for. I reached for another one and… bingo! I pulled out a sleeping mask.

“Now we’re going to have some fun, Alpha Gilbert,” I purred, putting the mask over his eyes. “Before I begin, remember—if you don’t like something, you have to tell me. Do it so that I believe you. Though I don’t think I’ll listen anyway.” He knew I was mocking him, and it elicited a smile on his face. "And don't forget your safe words, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Good" He reclined his head on the pillow, making himself comfortable.

I pulled my hand away, but only to strike him with an open palm. His head jerked to the side, and I heard him swallowing loudly.

“Again,” he hissed through clenched teeth. What I did and the reaction I got was working me up. I grabbed his chin.

“I'll decide when I do that,” I replied. Then I slid up, my wet c**t hovering above his head. “Suck it,” I said, brushing it against his lips.

I knew he wouldn’t be happy about having to taste himself, but that was the only reason I decided to do this in the first place. When he didn’t react, I lowered my moist p***y to his mouth, making him feel the taste that so disgusted him. He had no choice. A couple of seconds passed, and I felt his tongue caressing me inside. He lifted his chin and moved toward my c**t. I moaned and propped my forehead against the wall behind the bed. He was too good at this. It only took him a while to take me to the brink of orgasm. I lifted myself to my knees and glanced down—he was licking me off his lips, purring quietly. That part of the punishment was clearly to his liking. I slid down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him entering my snatch, dripping with his saliva. His c**k was hard, thick, and fit my p***y perfectly. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his back, and sat him up. I could feel him helping me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to pull him toward me on my own. Grabbing the headboard, I pulled us closer to the padding on the wall and leaned his back over it. I loved this position—it gave me absolute control over my partner, at the same time allowing for very deep penetration. I grabbed Gilbert by the hair and slowly started to rub my c**t against his belly. His p***s gently rose inside me, and I pushed against it faster and harder. I f****d him, holding him by the hair with one hand and by the throat with the other. Gilbert was breathing heavily. I could feel him edging closer to the end. I slapped him once more.

“Come!” I said and hit him again.

It turned me on so much I felt myself starting to climax. But I didn’t want that yet. When a second later Gilbert filled me to the brim, letting out a mighty roar, and I felt his arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing me against him, he tore off the sleeping mask and kissed me greedily. He moved his hands over my ass and rocked my hips gently.

“I don’t want to come yet,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

“I know,” he replied, moving my hips faster. “Hit me!” he hissed. With the mask off, when he could see me clearly, I was suddenly afraid to do it.

“f*****g hit me!” he roared, and I slapped him again.

As my hand connected with his face, I felt a heavy wave of orgasm rolling over me. I wasn’t able to move anymore—my whole body was spasming, with every muscle taut and hard as steel. Gilbert was stabbing me on himself hard and fast until I grew limp and collapsed into his arms in a heap. As we sat in silence, he stroked my back very gently.

“When did you free your hands?” I asked, my face resting on his shoulder.

“As soon as you were done with the tying,” he replied, laughing. “You’re not remarkably good at this, Emory. I, on the other hand, am something of an expert on tying and untying.”

“So why didn’t you use your hands earlier?”

“There are different ways to make a person climax?” he said, pushing himself to his feet with me still wrapped around him. Kissing me on the lips, cheeks, and hair, he carried me to the bathroom. He put me down in the shower and turned the water on. “We should go lie down,” he said, spreading soap over my skin. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I can’t deny I’d rather keep f*****g you until morning, but evidently, you haven’t used that sweet p***y for some time, and I think it’s had enough for now,” he said, delicately washing me, trailing his hand between my legs. “You’re very hostile.

"It turns you on, baby girl, doesn’t it? It is why you came to my company. To have more of it. ” His hands stopped, and his eyes pricked me. I fought the urge to spit on his face. If only he knew.

“I just like hard s*x,” I replied, grabbing him by the testicles. “What you do in bed is a kind of game—you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want.

Within reason, of course,” I continued fondling his balls. “It’s only a bit of fun, not a matter of life and death.”