473. Chapter 473
She moans and she writhes and she begs Alex not to stop.
Alex stops anyway.
She stops anyway because the last card Maggie had picked from the deck they made together this afternoon, written in Maggie’s careful, elegant script reads:
Tease me until I can’t do anything but beg for you, Alex.
Maggie whines in disappointment and Alex barely contains her own groan, staring down at her girlfriend, squirming helplessly on Alex’s bed – their bed – blindfold and handcuffs the only things Maggie’s wearing.
The first card had gotten her hands cuffed above her head.
Cuff me down, Danvers. If you can.
She could.
The second card had gotten her clothes off.
Undress me, Alex, as aggressive as you want.
She didn’t really need that tank top anyway, and she’d nearly cum without any touch just from watching Alex rip it.
The third card had gotten her the blindfold.
Blindfold me so I can’t see what you’re going to do to me next, Danvers. I trust you.
Alex let her watch her kiss every centimeter of her bare skin before putting it on.
The fourth had gotten her this merciless teasing.
Don’t let me cum until you want me to. Until I’m putty in your hands and all you want in life is to watch me unravel for you.
And she is. Unraveling.
It goes well with the fifth card she chose – asking for Alex to tease her.
“They’re getting a little redundant, Sawyer – sounds like this teasing thing is something you really like,” Alex had teased after reading it out loud, slow and sultry and seductive.
“What can I say, Danvers, I love a woman who takes what she wants.”
Alex chuckles deep in her throat and licks her way up Maggie’s collarbone.
“Excellent. Because I want you. So. Damn. Badly. Maggie Sawyer.”
Maggie squirms in her cuffs. Licks her lips. Grinds her hips up. Whines. Loudly.
Alex shifts out of reach.
“Color?” Alex asks tenderly, softly, gently.
“Green,” Maggie whispers, and Alex smirks.
“Good. Then why don’t you be a good girl for me and tell me what happens when you make this much noise?”
“You draw another card,” Maggie whispers again, her voice trembling, bringing Alex’s lips down to her exposed wrists.
“Excuse me?” she asks, and her authoritative tone contrasts headily with the gentleness of her kiss.
“You… you draw another card, Agent Danvers.”
“Mmm, there’s my girl,” Alex kisses her lips, and Maggie’s entire body keens upward for her.
She chuckles when she reads it silently to herself, and Maggie whines.
“What’s it say, Danvers?”
“Well, well, Detective Sawyer.” She clears her throat, and she reads.
“Make me count for you, Alex. Make me count to whatever number you want. Whatever you want.”
Maggie bites her lips and whines and arches her hips up desperately. “Alex, please,” she pants.
“Color?”
“Green, please, Alex.”
“You want me to make you count, babe?”
“I…. y… yeah. Yes.”
Alex waits. She doesn’t touch her. Maggie groans and writhes and understands, even without being able to see Alex licking her lips, staring down at the woman she loves like she’s a work of art.
“Yes, Agent Danvers. I want you to make me count for you.”
Alex moans and smirks and – finally – brings her lips down to Maggie’s stomach.
“I’ll be right back, okay? You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Alex. I trust you. Yeah.”
Alex beams and kisses Maggie’s lips gently, shifting off the bed to put on her harness. To put on her strap-on.
“Maggie. Do you want to count while I fuck you?”
Maggie whines and writhes and barely contains a scream. “Yes,” she chokes out, and Alex groans. “Yes, please, Danvers.”
“Okay babe. I need you to count to ten for me. Each time I slam into you. Understood?”
“Yes. Yes. Understood.”
Alex licks her fingers and slowly, slowly, slowly, slips them between Maggie’s open legs.
“Shhh,” Alex guides as Maggie whines, thrusts up, trying to take more of Alex inside her.
“Okay, you ready to count for me, Mags?”
“Mm…. mmhmm.”
“You sure?”
“Dammit, Danvers, just – “
Her frustration is lost in a wordless scream, as Alex shifts between her legs and slips her fingers out of her, her strap-on inside her, in one smooth go. She comes to rest buried deep inside her, and she waits.
“I… it… I… one.”
“Good girl, Maggie.”
She pulls back slowly, slowly, slowly. Maggie whimpers softly, but Alex lets it go. Alex slams back into her.
“T-t-two,” Maggie moans, and this time, Alex pulls back fast, immediate, harsh, before fucking her again.
“Alex, fuck – I – three,” Maggie screams, writhing, and Alex pulls out again.
“Mmm, you’re only allowed to say the numbers, sweetie. I’m gonna have to start again. See if you can make it even farther for me this time, okay? Color?”
“Green, I… fuck, green, Danvers, I… please…”
“Make it a little further for me this time, babe, okay? I know you can do it.”
Maggie whines and pants and bites her lips to keep her from begging.
She makes it, this time, to five.
She makes it, this time, to five, before her entire body is so wrecked she can barely breathe.
“Color?” Alex demands before she thrusts into her again.
Maggie fidgets and she hesitates and she needs to breathe but can’t, god, she can’t.
“Yellow, Alex, yellow. Or like, orange.”
Alex freezes and gently lifts her weight off Maggie’s naked body, kissing her cheek soft and gentle and intimate.
“Okay, okay, hey. I love you, I’m here – do you want me to take this off?” she touches Maggie’s blindfold.
“Yeah,” Maggie breathes, heart swelling with appreciation for Alex’s care. For Alex’s gentleness. For Alex’s heart.
“Hey you,” Alex smiles when Maggie blinks her eyes open when Alex slips off the blindfold. “What do you need, beautiful? Do you need me to move?”
"No, no,” Maggie wraps her legs tighter around Alex’s hips. “Stay, I want you close, I just… you love me?”
“God, Maggie so much. I love you so, so much, Maggie Sawyer. Everything about you."
Maggie chuckles breathily. "She says between my legs.”
“I would say it anywhere. Everywhere,” Alex answers without hesitation.
"Nerd,” Maggie beams, soft and adoring and god, so perfect.
"A nerd who’s wildly in love with you,” Alex doesn’t blink.
"Yeah?” Maggie smiles. “Show me, then. Uncuff me and make love to me, Alex Danvers.”
“Always, Maggie Sawyer. Always.”