Day 9 – Bondage and Exhibitionism/Brat
The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the New York skyline. Alex Levy's penthouse apartment, with its floor-to-ceiling windows, was bathed in that soft, fading light, each reflection of the cityscape mirrored in the glass like an endless view of possibilities. But for Alex, those possibilities had narrowed down to one.
She was being a brat. On purpose.
Maggie Brener, sitting across the room with her arms folded and a bemused smirk on her face, could see it in Alex's every move. The way Alex leaned against the couch, her legs stretched out provocatively, her eyes locked on Maggie's but with that teasing, defiant glint that always signaled trouble. The tension in the room was thick, and Alex was pushing her limits.
"I told you not to test me tonight," Maggie said calmly, though her voice carried an edge that told Alex she was teetering on the precipice of something more intense.
Alex raised an eyebrow, smirking as she tilted her head, her hand lazily trailing over the hem of her silk robe. She deliberately let the robe fall open a bit more, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh as she stretched luxuriously on the couch, her eyes daring Maggie to react. "You can't really expect me to behave all the time, can you?" she asked, her tone playful, but with a hint of challenge.
Maggie's gaze narrowed, and she stood up, her slow, deliberate movements a stark contrast to the fiery impatience now coursing through Alex. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Maggie asked, her voice low as she crossed the room, the sound of her heels tapping on the hardwood floor echoing through the apartment.
Alex didn't respond right away, instead biting her lip as she held Maggie's gaze, refusing to back down. She liked pushing Maggie, loved the way the tension built between them until it reached a breaking point. Alex thrived on control—whether she had it or was forcing Maggie to take it from her.
"Maybe," Alex teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe I just like seeing how far I can push you."
Maggie stopped right in front of her, standing tall and authoritative. She reached down, gripping Alex's chin between her fingers and forcing Alex to look up at her. The fire in Maggie's eyes was unmistakable, and Alex's heart skipped a beat as that familiar thrill shot through her.
"You're not in charge here, Alex," Maggie said firmly, her voice dripping with dominance. "And tonight, I'm going to remind you of that."
Alex shivered, her heart racing in anticipation, but she wasn't ready to give in. Not yet. "We'll see about that," she quipped, her voice soft but defiant.
Maggie's eyes darkened, and without another word, she grabbed Alex's wrist, pulling her up off the couch with swift precision. Alex gasped, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden movement, but the excitement was unmistakable in her eyes.
Maggie led Alex toward the windows, the massive expanse of glass offering a breathtaking view of the city below. The skyline stretched out in all directions, the lights twinkling as the city came alive for the night. But Maggie wasn't focused on the view outside.
With a firm tug, Maggie spun Alex around, pressing her against the cool glass. Alex's breath hitched as her hands instinctively braced against the window, the chill of the glass a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with the thrill of being so exposed—anyone with a pair of binoculars could see them from the neighboring buildings.
"You really want to play games, don't you?" Maggie whispered into Alex's ear, her hands roaming over Alex's hips, sliding up to the knot of her robe.
Alex bit her lip, the thrill of the situation making her pulse race. "Maybe," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She was being a brat, and they both knew it. But Alex loved this—pushing Maggie to the edge, seeing just how far she could go before Maggie took complete control.
Maggie's hands worked quickly, undoing the knot of Alex's robe and pulling it open, letting the silk fall off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Alex gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, her nipples hardening from the sensation and the arousal building inside her.
Maggie's hands gripped Alex's wrists, pulling them behind her back and securing them with a length of soft tie of the blonde's robe. The feel of the tie of her robe against her skin made Alex's breath hitch, her body immediately responding to the restraint. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, leaving her vulnerable, her front pressed against the glass.
"Maggie…" Alex started, but her voice faltered as Maggie's fingers trailed down her spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.
"You wanted to be a brat," Maggie whispered against Alex's ear, her voice low and dangerous. "Now you get to see what happens."
Alex's body trembled as Maggie's hands explored her, her fingertips brushing over Alex's bare skin, teasing her as she stood bound and exposed against the window. Maggie's hand moved to Alex's throat, gently but firmly holding her in place as her other hand slid between Alex's thighs.
"You like this, don't you?" Maggie asked, her breath hot against Alex's ear as her fingers dipped lower, grazing the wetness between Alex's legs. "Being bound, completely at my mercy."
Alex moaned softly, her body arching against Maggie's hand. She tried to keep her defiance, but her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to Maggie's touch. "I'm still in control," Alex breathed, her voice shaky but filled with playful arrogance.
Maggie chuckled darkly. "We'll see how long that lasts."
Her fingers slid deeper, pressing against Alex's clit, her touch firm and unrelenting. Alex's breath hitched, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel the weight of Maggie's control, the way her body was no longer her own, and it thrilled her to no end.
But Alex wasn't ready to give up control completely. Not yet.
"Is this the best you can do?" Alex teased, her voice breathless, but still laced with that defiant edge. "I thought you were supposed to be in charge."
Maggie's hand tightened around Alex's throat, her grip firm but not painful, just enough to remind Alex of who was really in control. "You're playing a dangerous game, Alex," Maggie whispered, her voice thick with authority. "But I know how to make you beg."
Her fingers moved faster, rubbing Alex's clit in hard, deliberate strokes, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Alex gasped, her knees trembling as she struggled to stay upright, her body pressing harder against the glass as Maggie's touch pushed her closer to the edge.
"You want to come," Maggie whispered, her voice a low, seductive growl. "I can feel it. But you're going to have to beg for it."
Alex bit her lip, her body trembling with need, but she wasn't ready to give in. Not yet. She still had a little fight left in her. "I don't beg," she managed to say, her voice shaky but defiant.
Maggie's fingers slowed, teasing her, bringing Alex to the brink of pleasure before pulling back. "We'll see about that," Maggie said with a smirk.
Alex's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need as Maggie continued to tease her, keeping her on the edge but never letting her fall over. She was completely at Maggie's mercy now, and despite her best efforts to maintain control, she could feel it slipping away.
The sensation of being exposed against the glass, the thrill of being seen by anyone who might be watching, combined with Maggie's expert touch, was too much for Alex to resist.
"Please," Alex finally whispered, her voice barely audible. "Maggie, please."
Maggie smiled against her ear, her fingers finally pressing harder, rubbing Alex's clit with deliberate precision. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.
Within moments, Alex's body tensed, her muscles clenching as the orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She moaned, her body trembling violently as Maggie held her in place.
Maggie's grip on Alex tightened as she felt the aftershocks of Alex's orgasm rippling through her body. But she wasn't done—not even close. Her hand slid lower, fingers moving deftly between Alex's soaked folds, and without hesitation, she thrust three fingers deep into Alex's pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
Alex's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing again as the sensation overwhelmed her. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her fingers curling into fists behind her back where the ropes held her tightly in place.
"You think we're done, brat?" Maggie whispered against Alex's ear, her voice low and dripping with control. "You're not getting off that easy."
Alex whimpered, her legs trembling as Maggie's fingers filled her, stretching her, thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes. The sound of her wetness echoed in the room, each movement of Maggie's fingers met with a lewd, slick sound that only made Alex's body tremble more.
"You're so wet," Maggie murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of Alex's ear. "Dripping down your thighs for me. Everyone could hear how much you like this, how much you like being put in your place."
Alex moaned softly, her breath ragged as Maggie's fingers moved faster, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through her already oversensitive body. She could feel the slickness of her arousal sliding down her legs, the shame and thrill of it only heightening the pleasure.
"Maybe we should take this out to the balcony," Maggie whispered, her voice full of dark amusement. "Let all of New York see what a brat you are. Let them see how much you like being fucked, how you like being put in your place."
Alex's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling violently as the mental image of being exposed like that sent a fresh wave of heat surging through her. "Maggie…" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, filled with both fear and excitement.
Maggie's lips curled into a smile, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, curling inside Alex as she pressed her palm against Alex's clit, sending another shockwave of pleasure through her. "Wouldn't you love that?" Maggie taunted, her voice low and dangerous. "Wouldn't you love for America to see what a filthy little brat you are? To see you come apart while you moan my name."
Alex whimpered, her body arching against Maggie's touch, her hips moving involuntarily to meet each thrust. The pressure was building again, faster this time, the slick sounds of her wetness filling the room as Maggie's fingers worked her over relentlessly.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Maggie continued, her voice turning into a husky growl. "Being exposed, everyone knowing how much you need this, how much you love being fucked like this. You can barely stand, dripping down your thighs, moaning for me. They'd all see what a mess you are."
Alex moaned louder, her body shaking as she teetered on the edge, her mind clouded with pleasure and the dirty words Maggie whispered into her ear. Each thrust, each word drove her closer to the brink, her legs trembling as she felt the orgasm building inside her, her body betraying her.
"Tell me, Alex," Maggie growled, her fingers moving faster, deeper. "Tell me how much you want it. How much you want everyone to see."
Alex's breath hitched, her voice trembling as she gasped for air, her body thrumming with need. "Maggie, please," she whimpered, her hips rocking desperately against Maggie's hand. "Please…"
Maggie chuckled darkly, her lips brushing against Alex's ear. "Please what?"
"Please," Alex moaned, her voice breaking, "please, I need it. I need to come."
Maggie's fingers thrust harder, curling inside Alex's pussy as her palm rubbed against her clit with each stroke. "Good girl," Maggie purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Now come for me, Alex. Let them hear you."
That was all it took.
Alex's body convulsed as the orgasm tore through her, more intense than before, her muscles clenching around Maggie's fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her moans filling the room as her body trembled violently, the slick sounds of her wetness growing louder with each thrust.
Maggie didn't let up, her fingers working Alex through the orgasm, pushing her to the edge and beyond, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Alex's legs buckled, her body sagging against the window, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her pussy clenched around Maggie's fingers, her juices dripping down her thighs.
"That's it," Maggie whispered, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Good girl."
Alex's body trembled uncontrollably as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through her, her mind foggy with the overwhelming pleasure. She could still feel Maggie's fingers inside her, the warmth of Maggie's body pressed against hers, grounding her in the aftermath of the intensity. For a few moments, she simply existed in that blissful haze, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to gather herself.
Maggie's fingers slowed, gently pulling out of Alex's soaked core, and she smirked, her lips brushing against Alex's ear as she spoke in a low, teasing voice. "You don't need to be such a brat if you want to be fucked like that, you know," she murmured, her tone playful but laced with satisfaction.
Alex let out a shaky laugh, still leaning against the cool glass, her legs trembling as she tried to catch her breath. "Where's the fun in that?" she quipped, her voice weak but filled with amusement. "You like it when I push you."
Maggie chuckled softly, her hands sliding up to untie the ropes around Alex's wrists. As the tension in her arms released, Alex let out a soft sigh of relief, her body sagging slightly. Maggie rubbed her wrists gently, her touch tender now, the intensity from earlier replaced with a quiet, intimate care.
"You're impossible," Maggie muttered, pressing a soft kiss to Alex's shoulder as she worked the stiffness from her wrists.
Alex turned her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips despite the exhaustion that had settled in her bones. "But you love me like this," she teased, her voice still breathless but carrying a glint of mischief.
Maggie rolled her eyes, though there was a warmth in her expression as she met Alex's gaze. "I love putting you in your place when you get too cocky," she replied, her hand moving to cup Alex's chin, turning her head to meet her eyes. "And I think I did a pretty good job of that."
Alex smirked, leaning in to kiss Maggie softly, her lips lingering as she whispered against her mouth, "You always do."
Maggie smiled, her fingers tracing a soft path down Alex's cheek before she pulled back slightly, her eyes darkening with something more. "But now," she said, her voice low and commanding again, "I think it's your turn to return the favor."
Alex's pulse quickened at the shift in Maggie's tone, her body already responding to the unspoken demand in Maggie's eyes. "Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, though the playful defiance in her voice had softened into something more eager. "Is that so?"
Maggie nodded, her hand slipping into Alex's hair, gently tugging her down to her knees. "Yes," she whispered, her voice full of authority but tinged with affection. "And I expect you to be a good girl this time."
Alex's breath hitched as she lowered herself to the floor, her hands trailing up Maggie's legs as she went. Maggie was already undressing, pulling off her clothing and letting it fall to the floor before she leaned back against the window, her fingers curling into Alex's hair.
Alex kissed her way up Maggie's inner thigh, her mouth warm and soft against her skin, taking her time as she savored every inch. Maggie's breath hitched, her grip tightening in Alex's hair as she guided her closer, the anticipation building between them like a live wire.
"You don't always have to be such a tease," Maggie murmured, her voice strained with need as Alex's lips lingered just where she wanted them most. "But I won't stop you this time."
Alex smiled against her skin, her hands gripping Maggie's hips as she finally closed the distance, her tongue sliding between Maggie's folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Maggie moaned softly, her body pressing back against the window as Alex's mouth worked her over, her tongue flicking against her clit before dipping lower, tasting her.
Maggie's breath grew ragged, her fingers tightening in Alex's hair as the pressure built inside her. Alex's tongue moved faster, more insistently, her hands pulling Maggie closer, guiding her hips to grind against her mouth.
"That's it," Maggie whispered, her voice low and breathless, "just like that."
Alex hummed in response, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through Maggie's body. She could feel how wet Maggie was, her taste sweet and intoxicating, and it only spurred her on, her mouth working harder, her tongue flicking against Maggie's swollen clit with precision.
Maggie's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as Alex's tongue brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips rocked against Alex's face, her moans growing louder as the pleasure mounted, her entire body consumed by the sensation.
"Alex…" Maggie's voice was a strained whisper, her body tensing as the orgasm built inside her, ready to explode. "Don't stop."
Alex's fingers gripped Maggie's thighs harder, holding her in place as her tongue worked relentlessly, bringing her closer to release. Maggie's body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her moan a soft, desperate sound as she bucked against Alex's mouth, her legs trembling from the intensity of it all.
Alex kept going, her tongue working Maggie through the orgasm, savoring the way her body trembled under her touch, the way Maggie's grip tightened in her hair as she rode out the wave of pleasure.
When Maggie finally relaxed, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, Alex pulled back slightly, her lips glistening as she pressed a soft kiss to Maggie's inner thigh, her hands gently sliding up to rest on Maggie's hips.
Maggie looked down at her, her chest still heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she brushed a hand through Alex's hair, her fingers gently stroking her scalp. "Good girl," Maggie murmured softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
Alex looked up at her, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she rested her chin on Maggie's thigh. "See? I can be a good girl," she teased, her voice playful but affectionate.
Maggie chuckled, pulling Alex up from the floor and wrapping her arms around her. "Maybe," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Alex's lips. "But I like you both ways."