The Apology 10

Alice stood in front of her boyfriend's door, nerves staying her hand from knocking. Jerome said he had needed a few days to himself after their last fight, some 'space' as he had put it. She hated that word, wanting to talk about it, to hear him yell at her, anything but being shut out. But Alice knew he worked differently, processed at a different speed, and respected that.

It didn't make the wait any easier, though.

As Friday rolled around, she couldn't take it any more and made her way over to his apartment. Anymore time and she'd tear her hair out, or kill him, definitely one of the two. Raising her hand to the door for the third time, she brought it back down to her side, before huffing at her own indecision.

"Oh for fuck sakes, you silly girl" she said to no one but her own pride and ego, finally gently knocking on the dark metal door. What were doors even made of anymore? Definitely not wood, but would it be called metal? Plastic? They all looked the same walking down this hallway, like an endless line of ambiguous entrances. Thankfully Jerome answered quickly, putting an end to her spiraling distraction.

He smiled, leaning his tall frame in the entrance, looking down at her. "Hey Wonderland." Alice blushed, hating that stupid nickname he often used for her, more so hating what effect it always had on her face. But he was smiling, a good sign.

She playfully swatted at him, "hey you. Can we talk?" He nodded, ushering her inside as the wooden/plastic/metal door closed behind her, but that inquisitive thought was long gone. Jerome poured them some water, sitting down at the kitchen counter so they were relatively eye level. Good, it helped when he wasn't so fucking tall, making her head spin staring up at him.

"Alice, listen I'm sorry. I overre-" Jerome's apology was cut short by her finger on his beautiful lips, shaking her head at his attempt to smooth things over.

"No, Jerome. I'm sorry. This was my own stupid fault, I didn't think it would upset you so much, but I should have." She removed her finger, resting her hand on his forearm, unable to muster the courage to look into his big brown eyes quite just yet. "I should have just trusted you, not get into my own head, listening to Lisa." Lisa and her stupid idea to 'test' her boyfriend's loyalty, as if that has ever worked out for literally any party involved.

Alice continued, holding on to the faint sliver of confidence she had before it slipped through her fingers. "I just, I don't know. After Derrick, him cheating on me...I just let it get to my head."

"Do you still not trust me after all these months?" He asked, quietly breaking her heart slightly with the look in his eyes.

"No! I do Jerome, I do!" She quickly said, cupping his cheek with her hand, getting closer to him. "I do. It was just a stupid idea that I got swept up in. I'm sorry." He sighed, his big hand holding hers to his cheek.

"You know how I hate being manipulated, Alice. Not being honest." She squirmed, looking down.

"I know..." Her voice was soft, slightly worried about losing him, knowing just how important being vocal and transparent was to him. And to her, enjoying the long nights of conversations they'd had, working through problems before they were ever really problems, laying in his arms.

"It just hurt, you know?" Jerome said, placing a finger underneath Alice's chin, forcing her to look into that stern, commanding gaze.

"I'm sorry. Really sorry." Alice softly whispered, slightly trembling as she apologised. He sighed once more, leaving her in suspended silence for far too long, held in place as he stared into her eyes. Leaning in, Jerome gripped her chin with his thumb, pulling her in for a tiny kiss, the most wonderful thing she had felt in days.

"No more games," he said, the seriousness slowly falling away from his voice, as he playfully glared at her. Alice nodded, reaching out with her arms to wrap around his neck, wanting more kisses. "And no more listening to Lisa." She laughed, giggling at his smirk as she was pulled into his arms, kissing her deeply as she made tiny little happy noises.

Pulling her back, Jerome stared her up and down. "Now, what the fuck are you wearing?"

Alice's eyes went wide. "Oh yeah! I completely forgot!" She grinned, pushing off him dramatically, the long coat she had borrowed covering almost her entire body, only heels and a bit of leg visible. "I, uh, have a second part to my apology?" He stared at her inquisitively, looking at her like she'd gone just slightly crazy. With as much flirtatious, enticing movements she could muster, Alice pulled the bow holding the coat tightly to her body, letting it fall to the floor around her.

"Fuck me..." Alice smirked, coyly looking over her shoulder at the surprised and speechless expression on her boyfriend's face. She bent down, running a hand along the seamless black tights adorning her strong legs. Slowly her hands made their way up the bodysuit, lacy with a built-in corset, held perfectly against her body. Her breasts slightly jiggled with each step, barely held in place by the thin fabric, moving once again between his legs, a vastly different energy in the room than earlier.

"What do you think?" Alice giggled, seeing the look on Jerome's face, the fire starting to burn behind his eyes. The fire that she had so desperately missed, eagerly craved. The fire that threw her down onto the bed before taking her. She had learned so much about his dominant side over the last few months, learning just how to coax it out of him. Tights and a cute bodysuit? She might as well be dipped in oil.

Jerome gripped her hips with his strong hands, slowly working their way up and down her chosen outfit for the evening. "Alice, this isn't necessary, I don't need this to forgive you, you know." She smirked, taking her turn in planting a small, loving kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

"I know," she said, running a hand through his short hair. "That's why I said this was a second part to my apology, silly." He glared at her, not convinced. Alice smiled, hand gently running down his cheek, feeling his hands slide behind her to grip her hips and ass. "I promise, sweetie. I just wanted to dress up for you after being such an ass." She kissed him deeply, moaning as he pulled her tighter against his body. "No games."

Jerome's grip tightened, making her pussy ache as she stared into his eyes, the fire starting to rage inside of him. Mission accomplished. Leaving one hand on her ass, the other made its way into Alice's hair, gripping tightly as she whimpered, slowly standing up to tower over her, even in her ridiculously uncomfortable heels. She let herself fall into that inferno of a man before her, wanting to be swept away, to be controlled, to be dominated.

Turning her around, Alice was pressed hard against his body, feeling his growing cock against her ass. Hand still tight in her hair, head pulled back to his chest, she whined appreciatively as his other hand made its way down her body, rubbing and gently smacking her pussy. Already she could feel how wet she was, how eager and desperate she was to be played with. Leaning into her boyfriend, Alice let go completely, waiting to see what he'd demand of her.

Jerome leaned down, planting kisses on her neck as he circled fingers over her clit, hidden by two thin layers of fabric. Alice's moans echoed around the apartment, her desperate whimpers wordlessly begging for him to make her cum, unable to control the excitement now churning through her body. He playfully bit her ear, that deep beautiful voice soon filling her head until nothing else remained.

"I suppose then you should be punished. For being, as you so poetically put it, an 'ass'." Alice whined, overwhelmed by the sensations on her body, barely able to nod in agreement. As if Jerome needed a reason to punish her, often coming up with ludicrous reasons to place her over his lap, or tied up on the bed as he brandished one of his crops or canes. When he first introduced them to her she was terrified, but now...

Now the very thought of them sent happy shivers through her entire body.

With a final tap on her clit, Jerome picked Alice up in his arms, making her squeal and giggle. He smiled as she was carried into his bedroom, kissing his girlfriend deeply as she was transported, placed down slowly in the center of his room. She whined when he pulled away, pouting as he told her to stand still. She wanted more kisses.

But this was the Jerome show now, she was merely a part of it. A passenger in his will, in whatever that beautifully devious mind came up to do to her. He always seemed to surpass her imagination in a variety of ways, long ago succumbing to that look in his eyes, that intense fire as she enjoyed referring to it as. So even though every thought in her mind was to jump him then and there, push him to the bed to mount him, sliding his big cock inside her wet, aching pussy...she did as she was told, and waited in place.

Returning behind her, Alice felt the familiar armbinder slide up her arms, straps holding it in place around her shoulders. She squirmed playfully, testing her binds, the subtle tension spreading across her chest a welcomed sensation. Jerome smirked, seeing that excited, eager expression on her face, bending down to give her one more deep kiss, before spreading her lips with a ball gag. Alice growled, wanting him to continue, but he simply chuckled, clipping the face harness in place behind her.

Muted, bound, and left helpless, Alice was nearly shaking with anticipation and excitement when Jerome bent her over, a D-ring on the ceiling slowly raising her arms behind her with rope. Stuck standing in her heels, hair falling around her face, she shook and whimpered as his strong hands explored her now exposed and vulnerable ass.

Thoughts melted out of her, reason long abandoned, simply lost in the touch of her boyfriend. Squeezing, spanking, and rubbing, his hands explored her ass as he saw fit, listening to the effects his efforts were having on her. Moaning and whining into her gag, Alice's legs shook, threatening to give out as she whimpered, already so desperate to cum. Amplified by Jerome slowly moving one hand between her legs, large fingers now exploring the wet fabric covering her pussy.

As he rubbed, and she moaned, Jerome's firm hand landed hard on her ass cheek, making her squeal and jump. Over and over he continued, rubbing with one hand, spanking with the other. Feeling so close to the edge, each smack sending shivers through her body, tears welling in her eyes, she begged him to let her cum through the gag, incoherent babbling but she couldn't stop herself. But Jerome just smiled through her desperation, never increasing the speed of her 'punishment', nor her reward.

By the time she felt both his hands pull away, Alice cried into her gag, both from the redness in her cheeks, and the aching desperation between her legs. But Jerome disappeared once more into the room, leaving her suspended in denial, only the stinging sensation on her sore ass to keep her company. Through deep breaths she tried to control herself, tried to gain some semblance of dignity, desperately trying to ignore her poor, aching pussy, throbbing for attention.

Jerome returned after a few moments, moving a hand up her bodysuit to free her nipples, squeezing and rubbing each one. With his other hand he pressed something between her legs, flicking a switch to send vibrations surging through her body, positioned right against her clit. Alice screamed into her gag, that desperation to cum slamming into her throat once more, with an intensity she could barely imagine.

"Come for me, Alice." Not a request, a demand. A demand she desperately needed to hear, body shaking with need as that vibrator coursed through her. Jerome pinched her left nipple, rolling it in between his fingers, the final push she needed over the edge. Silently screaming, all voice stolen from her, Alice quivered and shook in place, her entire body on fire as she came, clit dancing against the wand pressed against her. Arms stolen from her, held in place, trapped under his control, she came hard over and over, her mind completely lost to the sensations.

With a large breath, she screamed into her gag, tears of exhaustion and joy dancing down her face. She squirmed away from the vibrator, now far too powerful for her poor clit, to which Jerome chuckled at, turning it off before placing it on the floor. He bent down and gently kissed Alice's forehead, listening to her hard breathing and whimpers.

As she recovered from the intense orgasm, she whined as her bodysuit was unclipped, pussy exposed in her tights. With a growl, Jerome gripped them with both hands, tearing a large hole to reveal her twitching and red pussy, the ferocity of his movements making Alice jump with excitement. His cock eagerly ready for her, seeing and listening to her cum, slid effortlessly into her wet, sore, aching, needy little pussy.

Alice groaned, feeling herself stretch around his big cock, beyond sensitive from the earlier vibrations, barely able to focus as she was fucked. Jerome gave her little time to adjust, thrusting hard in and out of her, his own excitement evident, apparently no longer being held back. A constant stream of whimpers escaped through her lips, muffled by the ball gag, pinned in place by his strong hands on her hips. All she could do was feel him use her pussy, fucking hard as he saw fit.

Growling, Jerome fucked her hard, deep, and fast. Each tiny moan encouraged him more and more, quickly bringing himself to the edge, unable to last long in her wet, excited, and eager pussy. He moved one hand to her hair, head pulled back as she moaned, looking straight ahead through blurry eyes as he fucked her hard, exactly how she liked it.

Gripping her hip even tighter, one hand still firmly holding her hair, he let out a scream of his own, entire body flexing and tense, pushing as deep as he could inside his girlfriend, cumming days of pent up frustration inside of her.

Alice's entire body quivered, overstimulated and beyond sensitive. Each little twitch from Jerome's orgasm sent jolts of electricity through her, feeling as if she'd pass out at any moment. Finally spent, he slowly slid out of her, shaking from the experience, feeling a tiny stream of his cum drip down her legs.

Coming back to his senses, Jerome gently removed the rope holding her in place, next the armbinder and gag. Tears in her eyes, a big smile on her face, Alice laughed and cried as he kissed her, pulling her back to the bed in his arms. They fell on top of the covers, both exhausted, entwined in one another with no intention of moving, a gentle hand running through her hair lovingly.

For what seemed like hours they laid there, both recovering their strength, Alice shivering every time she moved even slightly, her poor pussy beyond sensitive from what it had been put through. Eventually Jerome kissed her forehead, carefully stripping her of her outfit, the tights now ruined, both ripped and coated in his and her cum.

They showered together, taking moments in between soap to kiss deeply, the warm water feeling wonderful on Alice's aching shoulders. Back in bed, snuggling and clean, she sighed happily as he continued his combing of her hair with his fingers, only breaking to offer her a kiss on her lips or forehead.

After a long silence, Jerome finally broke their peaceful serenity. "Just so you know, baby girl," he said, a finger tilting her eyes to his. "We can do that anytime you want, not just when you need to apologise." Alice laughed, kissing away the smirk he held on his face.

"Shut up, Jerome. I know. Although I will be showing up in that outfit again, that was fun. I do have to return that coat though..."

"Well maybe I'll just make you walk over here without it then..." Alice gasped, smacking him on the shoulder while he laughed. She glared down at him, not lasting long before she nestled back into her favourite spot on his chest. Sighing contently, her mind finally at ease from their fight, and cumming her fucking brains out, Alice slowly drifted off to sleep.

The final thoughts through her head were plans to coax that fire out of him once more, in a far healthier manner for the both of them. Maybe buying him the wrong type of beer? Taking too long to get ready for a date? Ooooh, what about miss-matching all of his socks?

Mmmmmmmm, the possibilities were simply endless...