Three days after I spent the afternoon at Alex’s apartment I wake up with a kinky little plan. It’s arrived in my head fully fledged. I can’t wait to try it out.
We haven’t been in touch. I took his phone number, but I didn’t give him mine. I told him he had to wait till I contacted him. After some thought, I decided three days was the optimum time. It’s not so long he’ll feel abandoned, but – by now – he’s going to be doubting himself. He’ll be wondering whether I’ll get in touch or whether he’s just been discarded. He’s going to be off-balance, nervy, needing reassurance.
He’s going to be exactly how I like him.
We are on the same shift this afternoon (as I know from surreptitiously photographing the security rota) and I have big plans. He doesn’t know it yet, but he gets the call today.
I dress with care. White tights, my favourite green trainers. A denim skirt, a low-cut mint green tee. I wear my hair down, red curls spiralling to my waist. A touch of perfume, but not too much.
As I park my car and walk to work, I see men checking me out. Two teenage boys. A dad with a gaggle of kids. An older man in a suit and tie.
It’s been happening a lot recently. I’ve been getting sideways looks and even some outright stares. I know why. It’s because I’m turned on all the time at the moment and I’m broadcasting sex on every frequency. No-one’s been hassling me though. They can sense the domme in me. They don’t dare.
*That’s right, bitches,* I think. *You better bow down.*
I stroll into the shop, and take over the cash register from Jenna.
Later, I buy myself a cup of coffee and watch Alex on the central plaza. I’m two balconies above, and he doesn’t know I’m there. I take the opportunity to drink him in. That long, lean body, the cropped blond hair. I know exactly where his scars are. I wonder if he likes having his nipples sucked. I shift my legs uncomfortably; the thought of what I’m about to do to him has me dripping.
I take my phone out and send a text asking him to meet me on the third floor. I don’t sign it. I’m too far away to hear the beep but – as soon as the text has sent – I see him whip his phone out of his pocket. I grin. I don’t think you’re supposed to have that on duty with you, Alex. Been checking it a lot?
I don’t wait to see what he does. I head for the service corridor.
The service corridor was made to give the maintenance staff access to the mall’s pipework and ducts. They use it for fixing water, air conditioning, heating, that kind of stuff. Fortunately, everything’s in working order at the moment, so there’s not a lot of reason for anyone to be in there. It’s on a key code, but I tested it earlier and it’s the same key code as everything else in the mall. Security is not our strong point.
I put my coffee down in a corner and run my hand along the pipes. I work out whether any of them are too hot, and which are the strongest. Then I take off my trainers.
I come out of the cupboard just as Alex arrives. As usual, just being around him makes me lose my words, that smell of cinnamon and smoke. I notice for the first time how long his eyelashes are. Those beautiful blue eyes in that hard-man’s face.
He sees me, and I see his pupils dilate. His lips part.
“What you got planned? A field trip?” He’s trying to play it cool, but he’s too nervous.
I key in the code and open the door.
“Down,” I say, and gesture at the spot I picked for him; the strongest pipe, the one which doesn’t get hot. He drops to the floor, his eyes fixed on me. I reach up under my denim skirt and unroll the top of my tights. I start shimmying them down my legs.
He’s staring at my thighs. “I’m dying,” he says. “You’re killing me.” His voice is husky with lust. “I can’t think straight when you’re not around. I can’t think straight when you’re here.”
“I’m going to tie you now,” I say. I take the tights and tie one leg round his right wrist, giving it two fingers’ width so it’s not too tight. I give him a second, to check he’s ok with it. He leans his head back against the wall and groans with pleasure.
“Oh, God, that’s it, oh please tie me.”
I flip the top of the fabric over the pipe, and then fasten the other leg round his left. He’s lashed to the pipe now, both hands up, sitting on the floor. He looks adorable. I’m tempted to take a picture, to keep so I can jerk off to it later, but I’m not sure whether pictures would freak him out, so I don’t.
“How did you know?” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “How did you know I’m like this?”
His shirt has come away at the waist and I take a second to lean down and lick his abs. He tastes salty-sweet, warm skin, his skin flinching as he reacts to my tongue.
I can do whatever I want to him. It’s intoxicating.
I stand up in front of him and lower my knickers to the floor. I move in, close enough for him to smell me, not close enough to reach with his mouth. I sit down on his leg, feeling the hard ridge in his trousers just under my pussy.
I unbutton his shirt slowly, looking into his eyes. I’m sitting on his upper thigh now, rocking myself backwards and forwards, rubbing my clit on the hard ridge in his pants. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am through the cloth.
I lean forward and bite his nipple, just a little, just enough to make his eyes close and his mouth open.
“Please,” he says. “Please touch me.”
I lean in and suck his earlobe. I whisper: “No.”
At the same time, I slide back so I’m right on the head of his cock. I watch his face tighten as he tries to control himself but I can tell he’s getting close. He’s trying to hold back because he wants more, but he’s failing because it feels too good.
He’s really fighting it and it’s exciting me so much I can feel my pussy twitching. I begin humping his leg faster and harder. He’s watching my face with that drugged expression.
“Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah,” I grunt as it breaks inside me. Seeing me sets him off too and he moans and bites my neck. I feel his cock pulsing under me as it empties into his pants.
I kiss him as he comes down and we sit quietly, curled together. I’m dreamy, relaxed, feeling his heart beating against my chest, gradually slowing to its normal rate.
Eventually I untie him. I hand him the cold coffee.
“What’s this for?” he says.
Later Jenna and I are closing up the shop.
“Ooh, I forgot to tell you!” she says. “You know that new security guard? The hot one?”
*Don’t even think about it, Jenna. Hands off.*
“I can’t think of any hot security guards.”
“The blond one! You must have seen him. He’s that alpha male type, you don’t know whether he’s going to hold you down and give it to you good, or snap your neck with one hand. God damn, I love a real dominant man.”
*You should see him tied to a pipe in the service corridor, Jenna.*
“Alex, that’s it. Yeah, some asshole bumped into him and spilt a whole cup of coffee down his front! You should have seen the state of his trousers. Some people are so inconsiderate.”
Part 2 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/p6qwxd/breaking_the_boy_part_2_the_cornflake_incident/)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pa556i/breaking_the_boy_part_3_i_want_to_hurt_you_just
Great chapter. Hope there’s more