Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina) novel Chapter 94

(Katerina POV)

Coming back home from work, I reached for the large brass door knocker, eagerly anticipating what I know is to come of this evening. Before I can knock, Kol opened the door. I was surprised because I never thought he would be back from work so early, earlier than me today.

"Come in," he says, and I oblige. "I've been waiting for you," he whispers into my ear as he takes me into his arms. My mouth meets his hungrily. He runs his hands through my hair as my own hands wander over his body, exploring. He cups my face in his hands, and I suddenly feel something soft and smooth being secured over my closed eyes. I reach for the foreign object and realize that he's blindfolded me; our evening has begun.

"Shhh," he warns. "I know you weren't thinking of removing that, were you?"

"Of course not," I quickly respond.

"Good," he murmurs, holding my face once again. "I'd hate to have to punish you for such a careless error."

As I open my mouth to reply, it is filled with a ball gag, which he expertly secures behind my head. I try to protest, but I only succeed in producing muffled moans.

"Oh, don't mind the gag. You'll learn to love it, my dear," he coos as he takes my hands in his. "Follow me now, I have so much more in store."

I follow him blindly as he guides me through, up the flight of stairs, and into what I assumed is our bedroom. He drops my hands, and I am enveloped by a black stillness. I can see nothing, but I sense his presence in the room. I am startled by the sudden sensation of hot breath on my neck.

"You won't be needing this now," he announces as he unzips my dress, peeling it off my shoulders and letting it slip to the floor.

I am cold without my clothing, and I feel raw and exposed standing blindfolded and gagged in nothing but a lacy purple bra and matching underwear. I feel my nipples harden with excitement, and I have become painfully aware of a throbbing between my legs.

"Come, now," he soothes, removing my bra and helping me step out of my underwear. "Such pretty things," he adds, and I am unsure if he speaks of the garments or my now fully exposed breasts, which he now holds, one in each hand. He drops them suddenly, and I no longer feel him near me.

The faint sound of a zipper and clothes hitting the floor excites me; I know he has undressed himself now.

"Would you like to lay down now, my dear?" he suggests, pressing his naked self against me. A soft moan escapes me again. "Do you like that feeling; do you like feeling my skin on yours?" he asks, guiding me to the bed and laying me down.

He immediately busies himself, spreading my arms above my head and securing them to opposite bedposts with soft, smooth restraints, so similar to the blindfold I still wear. I breathe in sharply, adjusting to the new position. Without my hands, I feel helpless and exposed.

"We're not nearly done yet," he reminds me as he runs his hands down my body, pausing to tweak my already hard nipples, and caressing my aching thighs. His touch sends shivers down my spine. Slowly, he runs his hands down my legs, stopping at my ankles. First one, then the other, he spreads my legs and secures them to the remaining two bedposts, just as he had done with my arms. My legs are just far enough apart to the verge of being uncomfortable. The position fully exposes the glistening wetness between my legs.

"Excited, are we?" he muses as he runs his hands back up my legs.

"Mmmmmm," I moan, unable to speak through the gag. Then, he holds my face again and removes the gag. I close my sore mouth, but he has other ideas.