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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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There was another piece of something in that black box on the table, and Christine was determined to figure out as to what it was, especially when she still had the plug lodged inside of her ass and she felt ready for a bit of something else with a good feeling upon her ass. She ran her hands down her ass for a slight jiggle and to ensure that the plug was still in place in there.
She nibbled on her bottom lip as she thought about Alex’s hands there.
Her tongue slithered out like the one of a snake.
She then turned around and she made her way back to the black box once again. She took off the lid and she revealed the thing coiled upon the bottom part: a smooth white rope that seemed to extend far down into the bottom of the box. When she unsheathed it all the way, she peeked down into the box, the pure velvety blackness that extended down into the table’s body.
Christine held the rope before her face, and her eyes wandered over the smooth white braids which made up the entirety of it all: both ends of the rope coiled down onto the floor like the tails of the snake.
There was a knock on the door.
“Christine?” Alex called through the panel.
“Come on in,” she called back to him, and he stepped into the room, with those long black curls sprawled down around his shoulders and over his chest. The plume of gray over his forehead stood strong and high like a diamond straight out of the ground.
He closed the door, and she turned around all the way.
“Don’t make me tie you up,” she warned him with a snap of the rope.
“I can explain, Christine.”
“Don’t make me tie you up,” she repeated. He cracked her a mischievous smile. “What would you like to explain?”
“Remember what I told you from before?” he began. “I wanted to tell you something?”
She squinted her eyes at him.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she replied, and she gave the rope another snap. “Have a seat, big boy.”
He peeled off his shirt and then he took his spot there on the love seat with his legs wide open for her. Christine leaned forward and she brought her lips to his right ear. Rather than kiss him there, she ran her tongue along her lips as if she beckoned a tasting from him.
“I want the truth, Alex,” she whispered into his ear. “The truth and nothing but the truth.”
“I have a crush,” he told her without a moment’s hesitation.
“A crush?” she echoed him, and she showed him a little smile. “Do you only have eyes for me?”
He raised his eyebrows at her, as if he was genuinely stunned by that question.
“Do you only have eyes for me?”
He pursed his lips together and he lowered his gaze to the floor below their feet. Christine climbed up onto the love seat next to him, still with the rope underneath her hands and knees. She then gasped, and she playfully nudged him.
“Oh, god—” She pressed a hand to his mouth to keep him silent. He raised his gaze to her again. Mischievous smiles abounded, and she was willing to dig the words out of him. He was all for her, and she was willing to confirm it through tying him down with that rope and tying him in such a way that he looked like a piece of art all for her as well.
“Prove it to me, then,” she declared. “Prove to me that you have only eyes for me.”
He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, from the right side over to the left.
“I want you to tie me down and tie me up,” she told him with a third snap of the soft, silken rope. “My hands to my chest and the rope in a thick webbing all around my body. Then I want you to take the plug out of my ass and I want you to do me doggy style.”
He let out a low whistle.
“Phew, that’s a tall order,” he replied, and then he showed her a little grin and a slight raise of his eyebrow. “But if it’s—what my snow bunny wants, I'll give it to her good and fresh.”
He flashed her a wink, and Christine lunged down onto the floor. She stood up onto her knees and she held her wrists up to her chest. Alex joined her there on the floor: indeed, the rope was smooth upon her wrists, her arms, and all around her chest. He kept it snug upon her skin, although Christine could see that he was nervous about it all.
He tied a loose bow around her wrists, and he held back for a better look at her.
“So, I tie it like this?” he asked her. Christine looked down at her hands tied in between her breasts and the rope twined around her torso, right underneath the full part of her breasts and down onto her belly and a little twining around her thighs and onto her hips.
“Just like that,” she told him. He shifted his weight and leaned back onto his knees before her, complete with a slightly distant look on his face.
“You act like you’ve never seen boobs before,” she teased him.
Rather than aroused, the look on his face struck her as odd. He looked as though he had regretted what he had done for her, even though she wanted it from him. She wanted him to confess the full truth to her, and she was sure that he had done so with the mere mention of a crush.
But the fact that he had such an expressive face allowed her to question it. There was something wrong there.
She leaned closer to his face, so her breasts hung down low before him. Rather than show off some arousal at the mere sight of her naked body bound in that smooth white rope, it seemed as though something had spooked him.
“There’s something you’re not telling me, Alex,” she told him in a near whisper. “There is something that you are—ashamed to talk about. I can feel it.”
“I wouldn’t call it ‘shame’ to talk about it,” he corrected her with a swallow and a slight bowing of his head. “More like... I have to respect the wishes of the other side.”
She squinted her eyes at that.
“What do you mean?” she asked him, and it was odd given the fact that she was still bound in that smooth white rope. Silence fell over the room: all the people in the bistro had gone away and thus, the entire building fell quiet. It all felt too quiet when she focused more on that as well as the look on his face.
“She doesn’t like the whole ‘airing of grievances’, I would call it,” he said.
“She? She who?”
He pursed his lips at that, such that Christine leaned her head in closer for a better view into his face.
“Alex, are you using me?” she demanded.
“No!” he declared with a wave of his hands. “Heavens, no. I would never do such a thing. I absolutely adore you, Christine—I wouldn’t bring you this far to admit that I’ve been using you this whole entire time.” He fetched up a sigh, and he closed his eyes.
Christine lingered back onto her knees, and she blinked at him several times. There was so much that he had not been telling her this whole time.
“I’m a damn fool,” he groaned, as he shook his head and he stood back up onto his feet.
“Alex?”
He plopped down on the couch and he buried his face in his hands.
“Alex? What happened?”
He ran his fingers through his hair and then he brought the tips of his fingers to his mouth. The look on his face and in his eyes told her everything she needed to know right then and there.
“I’m going to have to explain to her,” he said in a soft whisper.
“Her? You have a girlfriend?” Her heart sank at that.
“I wouldn’t call her my girlfriend,” he confessed. “More like just—my—partner.” He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. “Okay. I had an actual legitimate crush on her a long time ago, and we’re very much on good terms with one another, but the feelings have gone away. I see her more as a friend than anything.”
“Why not break it off then?” she asked him while she knitted her eyebrows. “Aside from the friendship aspect, that feels so silly to me.”
His face fell at that. And then she gasped when it dawned on her.
“Oh, my god. You poor man.”
Still bound in that white rope, she lunged for the edge of the love seat. It was difficult to sit given she still had the plug lodged into her ass, but she managed to sit part of the way right next to him, still with her hands up in between her breasts.
“Yeah,” he replied in a near whisper. “Yeah, she refuses to let me go because we’re both afraid as fuck, but especially me. I'm kind of afraid to be all alone in a world that feels like it’s out to get me, but—I call her my partner for a reason, though. Would you believe I actually lost my virginity to a prostitute—not you, before all of this with you and me—because she refuses to have sex with me? She refuses to have sex with me, and she refuses to do anything that couples do together. I'm not using you because—I know what it’s like to be used.”
“That sounds like abuse,” she said. “An understated form of it, but it sounds like the kind of mind fuckery that I often experienced growing up from bullies, people who claimed to be my classmates and my friends—and they wouldn’t do the things that friends usually do together. Abuse is abuse, no matter what the circumstance.”
Alex then turned to her with a thoughtful expression on his face. Without another word, he untied her, and the rope laxed around her body, down onto her curves as well as her thighs. She shook her hands about for the blood flow to return, and then he sighed through his nose. She rested a hand upon his upper back, and she leaned in closer to him.
“Underneath this smile and this cool demeanor is a boy crying out for help,” he declared in a soft voice. “It’s why I'm so awkward with anything that has to do with sexuality and it’s why I often feel on edge when I want to ask for something of that nature. It's also why I have a hard time seeing myself as attractive or powerful—I feel like such a nobody, a teacher’s grunt of some sort.”
Christine scooped up his hand from his knee and she kissed the back. She looked on at those beautiful veins on the back, an intricate delicate web of prominent veins.
“It’s a little weird to think about, too,” he confessed with a stern look on his face. “You wouldn’t think of women as being abusive. In fact, it’s kind of a hard pill to swallow when I think about it.” He shuddered and he bowed his head once again. Christine leaned in closer to him once again and she brought her face close to his as if to beckon a kiss out of him.
“I wish there was something that I could do,” she whispered to him.
“There’s not a lot you can do,” he confessed to her. He then lifted his head to show her those deep blue eyes, as hypnotic and deep as the spring up in the mountains. “Except... you know. Keep doing what you’re doing with me, and I'll be along with you for the ride.”
He locked eyes with her, and he parted his lips at the sight of her bare breasts. He swallowed once again, and she wondered if he wanted something else that he wasn’t telling her about.
“Tie me up,” he begged her. “Please. I need the feeling of this rope all around me.”
“This rope?” she asked him with a gesture to the white rope collected around her body.
“Set me free,” he begged her again. “Make me feel what no other woman has ever done for me before.” His lips trembled at the sight of her.
Christine let out a low whistle, and then she stood up and picked up the rope from the love seat.
“Get naked for me, baby,” she ordered him in a low voice.
Alex peeled off his jeans as well as his underwear and he knelt on the hard wooden floor, completely nude. Like what he had done for her, she tied up his wrists to his chest, and then she wrapped the rope all around his body in such intricate fashion.
He was bound. He was bound and fully exposed, all for her.
He closed his eyes as she leaned in closer to him for a sealing kiss.
“I just love you,” he whispered into her lips. “I just love you and—everything you do. It's so good. It's all so good.”
Christine lay him down on the floor so she could see his erection, and after she pressed her fingers upon her clit to stimulate herself, she took a seat.
Though it was difficult given the hard wood of the floor, she managed to hold herself steady. Doggy style would have to wait for a while.
This boy needed the first step of healing, healing the cold void within him.
She ground down on him, and all the while, she locked eyes with him yet again. She was lost in the deepest corner of space, the deepest pool that was those blue eyes which gazed back at her with such soul. There was a deep pain in there, a boy who cried out for help and never knew as to how to ask for it.
At one point, before she reached the climax on her part, he closed his eyes.
She knew that he was about to come at any second, and thus, she lifted off from him, and he blew his load down onto his own thigh. It was a delicate coming on her part, but she leaned forward and kissed him on those little cherry lips again.
“Do not tell a soul about any of this,” he pleaded to her.
“I won’t,” she vowed to him. “Don’t you dare worry about that.” She gave him a kiss on the forehead, and he cracked her a little smile.
“Take the apple,” he told her in a husky voice. “Take the apple and I'll meet you on the other side.”
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