Chapter 7: Old Friends Part 2
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She opened her apartment door and fell onto her pastel pink couch. She put her pink gaming headset on and picked up her silver controller.
"Hey, Alex!" She smiled and spoke in a cheerful voice.
"Are you ready to lose?" Alexandre challenged her and she giggled.
"I don't know about that. Are YOU ready to lose, Alex?" Sophia teased and he gasped.
"How dare you assume that you will win over me." Alexandre pretended to be offended, and she laughed harder.
"We'll see about that." Sophia picked her usual black widow character, while he picked his usual black cat one.
"Oh, you're on!" Alexandre yelled into his neon green headset, and she became determined.
After hours of playing, Alexandre accepted his defeat. "Alright, you win. I bow down to the fighter game queen."
"Thank you, thank you! I'll take you on your knees now." Sophia quickly covered her mouth in shock. She slowly dropped her hands from her lips. "I- I don't know where that came from."
Silence invaded their conversation for a moment before she heard him clear his throat and burst into a laugh.
She awkwardly giggled and rubbed the back of her neck with a blush. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Soph. Really." Alexandre's laugh calmed down with each word and he sighed. "Maybe next time I'll make you kneel for me." He was just as shocked by his own words.
He wasn't one to take control, yet there he was talking about it like he was into that. That he could do that when he knew he couldn't. Taking control reminded him too much of his father and he didn't want to be anything like him.
He heard her gasp in his headset and his cheeks flushed. His heart throbbed and he felt his c**k flex at the thought of holding Sophia down. At the thought of tying her up in rope by wrapping it around her, in expertly tied knots, that surrounded her breasts and held her arms behind her back. The thought of suspending her from the ceiling and lapping at her folds with his tongue. He wondered what she tasted like with adrenaline pumping through her veins. What she would look like blindfolded and spread open with a spreader bar. What she would look like with a ball gag in her mouth. He groaned without thinking and Sophia cleared her throat.
"Um... I think I need to go to sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow and um... you know how that is. Sleep is important. Have to get those eight hours in."
She giggled and worried her bottom lip. A part of her hoped that Cat would show up tonight. Alexandre's groan was the same as when she had had her way with him and it was sending electricity between her thighs, that had her wet and begging for him.
"Uh... me too." Alexandre slumped on his couch and undid his jeans. He slid his hand beneath the band and ran his hand along the length of himself. "I'll see you later. I mean- talk to you later."
"You too." Sophia took her headset off and clutched her throat as she turned off her game.
Her clit throbbed and her throat felt dry. Her heart raced and her face flushed as his groan repeated over and over in her mind, causing her to get wetter.
Alexandre moaned and slid his jeans past his hips, setting his c**k free. He ran his hand along his shaft and circled his thumb around the swollen head, spreading the precum around. He leaned his head back and groaned as he groped his balls at the same time. Memories of Mistress Widow filled his mind and he got lost in it as his hand sped up and formed a rhythm along his hard d**k. Alexandre slowed down his pace and reached for his phone with parted lips and damp bangs. He looked for Mistress Widow's number and hit the call button. Alexandre softly moaned as he tightened his grip and leaned further down into his couch. He was so close, but he wanted to be punished for what he was doing. He wanted her to disapprove of his moment of weakness. To hear her scolding him.
"Hello?" Her voice came through his phone, and he moaned in response. "Are you being a bad kitty, Cat? You know what happens when you're a bad pussycat, don't you?" Her voice became teasing and sultry.
"Are- you- going to punish me...?" Alexandre bit out each word and softly groaned at the end.
"Why don't you come over here and find out for yourself?" Widow challenged him and he groaned again, feeling himself near the edge. "And don't you c*m, Kitty Cat."
Alexandre whined as he forced his hand to stop. "Be there in ten."
"I'll see you then, Sin Kitty." Widow hung up her phone and began to run around looking for an outfit to wear.
Her pulse was elevated, and she felt like her skin was on fire. She didn't know how much more of Alexandre she could handle. He was too much, and it was killing her. She could get through this. She had to.
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