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What Do You Fear? [randomname98766789 and Amaranthine]

“Yeah… you know I’m gonna have to kiss you for that, right?” Bryce teased, figuring it was all part of her plan anyway. Leaning down, he touched his lips over hers, even against the cloth. Lip bites were always hot. Bryce realized that was something he had not experienced much with when she was gagged. So, he decided to take the gagged kiss up another level by parting his lips and opening his mouth to grab her lower lip. Once more, it was easy to find because of how tightly the cloth was pulled over her mouth. He gripped the girl’s lower lip and tugged on it playfully. In turn, tugging at the cloth, too.

For whatever reason, this was especially erotic for Bryce and he moaned again while kissing her. Right after releasing her lower lip, his tongue peeked out and pressed between her lips as if he would be able to push his tongue into her mouth. It was as deep of a kiss they could share with a gag over Alicia’s mouth. Bryce loved every second of it. He continued to play with her body, too, still rubbing at her clit despite the underwear in the way, hoping he could draw an orgasm out of her.

--

Anna’s hand was not injured during the mayhem. It was only her shoulder. Yet, as her shoulder started healing, there was pain in her hand. Nick did not need to have 10 years of experience as a doctor to understand it was not a good thing. Anna seemed to realize it as well, even if she pretended to ignore it. Nick listened to her and sighed quietly, trying to find her eyes if she would look at him. Something told him she would not. A topic like this was not a topic he expected Anna to look at him. What did Nick even say? At the end of the day, it was her body and her life to live with. He hated suggesting she do x, y, and z with her body – any part of it.

It dawned on Nick how crazy that thinking was. This was not Nick trying to control her or hold some kind of dominion over her. Instead, Nick was worried about her and there was nothing wrong with explaining it. “Have you told someone about this? One of your doctors or field medics?” Nick was unsure what the proper term was. Were they doctors now? Nurses? Medics? Whatever. It was just semantics. He did not want to make assumptions so he did not treat it as if he believed Anna had not told anyone, even if his gut feeling said she probably kept this to herself.
 
Heh. Alicia was perfectly fine with Bryce thinking that he had made the call to kiss her. It was like meeting up with a woman only to find out she was wearing matching underwear, though - the man was not the one who made the decision to get sexy that night. She was however taken by surprise when his mouth opened to graze his teeth along her lower hip, a pleasurable sensation that Alicia found herself wanting more and more of. In a way she could be a biter but it was always gentle, loving - aiming to tease rather than inflict any kind of pain.

The way she had gasped out a breathy moan when Bryce pulled on her lip had parted Alicia’s lips, allowing her husband easy access to her mouth. No gag had ever stopped them from kissing each other yet, and this one was no different - as Bryce’s tongue pushed between her lips Alicia’s moved to join it, allowing their mouths to dance together as it grew harder and harder for her to think straight. Bryce always seemed to know exactly how to touch her and he was bringing her so close to the edge that she teetered on release.

All she had to go was give in to the feeling - to relax and let go in the safety of her lover’s embrace. For a second she forgot that her hands were tied behind her and as she cried out she tried to reach out to Bryce. She wanted to cling to him, hold him infinitely close to her as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

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“I’ve told Molly,” Anna said, shrugging it off. Molly was no doctor nor one of the people involved in patching her up, but she was Anna’s most trusted person in the world and she had gone through her first year of nursing school before the world had gone to shit and there was no more chances for a proper formal education. Molly also had Josh, an example of how this kind of injury could heal. That… was not a great comparison to work with, though, because when Josh had gotten shot in Iraq he had to leave the military behind, and found himself hooked on heroin when legal pain medication had become to expensive and hard to acquire to deal with the after effects. From Anna’s understanding, he had come off much worse than she had though.

“She was mostly a nurse, you know,” Anna said. She wasn’t actually sure whether or not Nick knew that, she’d probably brought it up at one point or another. Anna didn’t talk much about how the last couple years had gone for her, there wasn’t much for her to be proud of, but she had talked a lot about Molly… It was a running theme, but this was relevant right? “So that’s something. She knows shit. ‘Bout anatomy and healing and shit.”
 
From this angle, Bryce could see the waving of her bound hands as if she were trying to reach for him. With one hand still free, he managed to reach down and allow their hands to rest together again. They were holding hands once again, which basically meant that Bryce’s hand fit in between her two bound palms. It was the best way they could hold hands right now and that was better than nothing, for sure. He continued to smile at her, noticing how close she was.

Because of that, Bryce slid his hand completely into her underwear and found her clit directly. The assault on her clit restarted with the same pace and the same pressure. Bryce was a man who knew that it was counterproductive to move wildly and rapid. Of course, different paces could be fun, but he knew what Alicia liked the most and he focused on that while he was kissing her. He kept their lips locked and only paused long enough to speak. “Don’t hold back, Alicia. Cum for your husband. Scream out my name behind your gag.”

It did feel like they were in a moment alone again. This was exactly like something they would do, all kinky and romantic at the same time with Alicia half-clothed. He would have to tend to her breasts in a little bit, but for now, he just focused on rubbing her clit and kissing her, deciding that everything else could wait for a moment. He would move and find a new position once her orgasm was done.

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“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.” The tone was probably quite clear. Nick did not sound too convinced or satisfied with the answer. Beggars could not be choosers though. “What did Molly say about it? Did she think you needed to worry about it? Or did she think it’ll go away?” At least, if Molly believed it was something serious, he would hope Anna would seek out someone with more experience. Again, Nick respected Molly and cared about her opinion. He truthfully did. However, he would not exactly trust something this delicate to her one year of school. After all, she did not necessarily have the experience and ability that some others might have. Nick heard other ranchers talk about surgical procedures and sophisticated injuries being healed because of someone on the ranch. There were experts here. They could help Anna more than Molly could.

“That just worries me. You hurt your shoulder. It had nothing to do with your hand and now you’re having trouble with your hand? I’m worried your arm might be more fucked up than we think it is. That’s all.” Playing it cool was tough. In all honesty, Nick was freaking out internally, wondering what this actually meant. This was the apocalypse after all. What would have been a minor injury could turn fatal just like that. They had to be careful.
 
Alicia didn't need to be asked twice - she cared not at all for anyone who might hear her, the people of this place least of all. There was no one keeping an active watch on the pair, but in all likelihood the noises she made after Bryce told her to moan and cum for him were loud enough for others to hear. She squeezed his hand tight as the other made easy work of the moments leading up to her release, and once again Alicia was truly all his.

Orgasm crashed down around her, and she moaned against Bryce's lips - loud, pleased, lost in bliss. She called out his name as a second wave struck her, soft bliss fluttering through her abdomen and out towards her extremities. She gushed against the hand inside of her underwear, all the while never able to stop the sweet sounds of her release. "Bryce," she gasped between heavy moans, over and over until she could regain her thoughts. She never stopped trying to kiss him, either - all lips and tongue behind white cloth, desperate for her husband's mouth. How had she found someone so perfectly able to treat her body in exactly the right way?

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"She thinks it's too soon to be freaked out, but it's worth keeping an eye on," Anna said to Nick. She could tell that he was quite bothered but had no idea what he thought could actually be done about anything at this point. She'd had a bullet pulled out of a very delicate part of her body, got stitched up, had a dose of antibiotics and pain medication and been sent on her way. It had been a trauma repair in a non-sterile environment, they weren't in a hospital with neurologists and shit who could do something as finessed as repairing nerves. Even if her hand did never stop trembling, there was jack shit that anyone was going to be able to do about it.

"What do you think anyone would be able to do, anyways?" She finally looked towards him, shaking her head. Anna knew he was trying to be supportive but to her, the worrying was unrealistic. There wouldn't be a fix-it in this world. Or any world, for someone like her. "Molly is lucky she's not dead, because her options were maybe die or definitely die. I'm lucky I'm not dead from infection or something. I'm lucky I'm not straight up paralyzed. The tremor stays and then what? What do you think happens from there?"
 
The orgasm was angelic, just as every single orgasm from Alicia ended up being. He smiled at her sweetly, gazing deeply into her eyes once her orgasm was over. He pulled away from her lips for just a moment so he could speak more admiration about her. “Wow, babe. That was great. That turned me on so much. You turn me on, all the time.” He whispered quietly, letting his forehead rest against hers. He sighed happily as well, unable to stop beaming at her.

“That was great, but I am not even close to being done with you yet. You might get another orgasm… or two, before we’re done here.” How much time passed? There was no telling. Bryce could not be for sure and it did not matter as he lifted his hand out of her pants and licked the juices and nectar seductively from his fingers, gazing into her eyes while doing it. “You taste so good. And now that’s finished, what do you say about me playing with your feet some more? I always enjoy that and you are barefoot, so we should pick up right where we left off.” He stated, remembering how good her feet felt against his cock.

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“I, I don’t know Anna. Sorry.” Nick was not sure where this was coming from. It was not like Nick thought someone was going to wave a magic scalpel over her arm and it would fix. However, this was all speculation. Could they do anything? Maybe. Maybe not. Why not at least ask? Nick just was not sure why she made this decision and seemed to believe nothing could be done for her. If she at least tried to ask for options, she might have found something. Nick did not have the answers for her. “I just did not think there would be any harm in asking if they could do something more, Sorry.”

He was unsure whether it was turning combative. He was trying to keep away from that. Nick realized he must have been teetering on the line of caring for far too long now. He could not help himself. Nick was a guy that worried. He just did and Anna was seeing that fully. “If you say you’re fine and Molly isn’t freaking out about it, alright. I just wanted my opinion to be known. I just want to see you safe, that’s all. I just don’t know anything about injuries, either. I don’t know if this is really a small thing or if it could be something bigger. I just don’t know, which might be another reason why I worried.” Maybe with more knowledge, Nick could have realized it wasn’t the end of the world, but he had no idea. It was all speculation, again.
 
“All because of you,” Alicia said in return, smiling wide behind the gag as Bryce looked in to her eyes. She felt blissful - at peace here with him, riding out the laxer waves of the sheer pleasure that his expert fingers had just given her. It was hard for her to think straight even after Bryce’s hand pulled away from her body, and the way he licked up her juices off his fingers like they were honey was strangely erotic as well. She couldn’t quite explain why, but that definitely added to how turned on she was.

“Yes sir,” Alicia responded as Bryce requested that she went back to using her bare feet to play with his cock. She didn’t know how he would take to the use of the honorific but she also hadn’t even thought before speaking - she had his collar around her throat already, it seemed appropriate. Alicia was his eager and willing little submissive, her trust earned throughout the years of their lives they’d spend at each other’s side even if not romantically together, always wanting to please and always ready to do what he asked of her.

She kept her green gaze locked on to Bryce’s as she brought her feet back up towards his crotch, and as she brought them down to caress his length she watched his expression in anticipation, wanting to see the look on his face as she brought pleasure to him.

- - - - -

Everything this world had to offer these days was speculation - but even back in LA, Anna would have been fucked by this Kind of injury. No job, no health insurance - she sure as fuck wouldn’t be able to afford any kind of physical therapy. Now that kind of stuff just… wasn’t really an option. Maybe Nick was right and she was considering this defeat way too soon, but Anna really did not see any that this would improve if it didn’t happen on its own. Anna didn’t know what to think about that either, clearly - except instead of fussing in the way that Nick was, she just wasn’t considering it a battle worth fighting for.

”I don’t know what to think either, Nick,” Anna admitted, shaking her head in a similar way to how she had before. “All I know is it’s not what I’m used to, and if it doesn’t go away on its own… I could have been a lot less lucky. I’m gonna take the win where it is and just be glad all I probably can’t do now is fucking sew or something like that.” Anna… did not know how to sew in the first place so that was a moot point, but it was the best she had. It wouldn’t be crazy to think she wasn’t taking things as seriously as she should, though.

If you ignore something enough it will go away, right? Anna knew as well as anyone else did that wasn’t how things worked, but that didn’t stop her from trying any time she didn’t like something.
 
Sir. Bryce liked the sound of that. It was another cliché to go along with what most people thought of when they thought about BDSM. To Bryce, that was not a bad thing. He dreamed about her saying it. Still, he would have felt bad about asking her to call him sir. He did not want her to feel demeaned or anything else. Bryce realized how much he was overthinking things to believe Alicia would have been anything other than eager to use that term for him. Now, that was revealed to him.

Bryce smiled at her while sitting up, moving down the bed just a bit so he could let her legs stretch out, her feet being placed back into his lap. “Oh, yes… just like that, Princess.” It felt so damn good. He never wanted the brunette to stop. He loved how it felt and he decided to make it even better for himself as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down after undoing the button. He wanted to take it slow, so the boxers stayed for now.

However, the bulge was massive and it felt like it was growing each second. Alicia’s feet would touch him more directly now as he pushed upwards, grinding his hips against her feet so she could continue stroking him. “Oh, Alicia…. I love this. And, I love you. You’re so good to me.” He murmured, hoping she felt some enjoyment from stroking his cock with her feet, too.
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It was even more troubling when Anna said she did not know what to think. Yeah, Nick understood how dire the situation was. When they first talked about her injury, Anna said that she would be fine. She did not seem too troubled by it. Now She was finally admitting that she did not know what was going on. She did not know what to think. Well, if Anna was willing to admit that, it meant the situation was truly fucked. Nick could not shake that thought from his head.

The frown deepened when she admitted defeat so easy. Really? Either it gets better on its own or tough shit? There was no talking to anyone else on the ranch. There was no seeking out some treatment or help. That’s all it was. He did not quite understand it. Why was Anna treating it like this? Could she have been less lucky? Yeah, he was not going to argue that. In the big picture, it was not the worst possible injury. Still, that was no excuse to sit there in pain. Somebody had it worse? That was crazy!

“I don’t….” Nick paused, deciding to choose his next words carefully. “You have to do whatever you feel is best.” Nick changed what he was originally going to say. “I just thought I’d say how I felt about it.” Nick shrugged, deciding there was little to no point. He at least made it clear that he did not agree with her course of action, but it was her body and she could do whatever she wanted. It wasn’t like he could tell her what to do and he would not even try.
 
Alicia’s teeth found her lower lip as Bryce undid his pants and pulled them down far enough that they weren’t in the way. She’d known that he was hard, she’d been able to feel it through his jeans, but all that was between them now was the thin fabric of his boxers and it left very little to the imagination. To think - she was the person having that effect on him. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that he could ever want her to be touching him in anyway, yet at the same time nothing in the world had ever felt more right.

”I try my best, my love.” She had to release her lip to speak, and the cloth across the lower part of her face moved along with her mouth. With less between them, Alicia became much more eager with the way she stroked along his length - first along the upper plane of his shaft then she spread her feet apart at the ankle to be able to run along both sides. While she found more pleasure in Bryce’s praise (something she was incredibly weak for) and seeing the way his body reacted to the way she touched him than the actual act of using her feet on his cock, that did not make it any less of an enjoyable experience nor did it mean she didn’t like what she was doing - for Alicia the arousal and pleasure from this was more mental than physical, and that was perfectly fine.

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“I get it. And I do see that you’re trying to act in my best interest,” Anna said to him, knowing full well that the way she spoke had a way of coming off as incredibly defensive if not aggressive when she didn’t like a topic of conversation so she felt the need to let Nick know that she knew he had good intentions. One would think that crazy little thing called communication would kill her, but she was trying. At the very least, she wasn’t immediately shutting Nick down. She didn’t know what he thought the world could procure, but she was at least trying not to seem like she didn’t give a shit.

”And if you can think of something that could actually be done… I’m all ears, Nick. I have a feeling I’m just going to have to live with it, though.” It had only been a few days since she had been stitched up, and only a day or so before that since she’d been shot in the first place. It was early, and Anna was definitely still hoping that it would just go away. At the same time… Realism could come off as pessimism, or at least she saw how she was acting as realism rather than pessimism. Preparing for the worst was how she’d lived pretty much her entire life.
 
"Oh, you do your best job, babe. You always do." As much fun as it was having her touching his cock with her feet, the male decided to move onto something else. "Now, if I let you do this for too much longer, you're going to make me cum. So, I need to slow it down." Laughing, he gently grabbed her bound ankles and raised them off his lap. Bryce just wanted to make it clear that she had not done anything wrong. In fact, she had done everything right, even. She was doing such a good job that he was on the edge without even taking off his pants. That meant the world to him. "I love you so much, my sexy wife." He added, now starting by kissing the sole of her left foot. Then, he kissed all the way down to her feet, enjoying the way her soft foot pressed against his lips.

"This feels great. No matter how many times we do this, it always feels great. I never get tired of playing with your feet but I'm sure you're aware of that by now." He beamed as he moved to her other foot, doing the same thing by starting with the top of her sole, kissing all the way down to her heel, just moaning out loud when he reached that point at the bottom of her heel. "I could do this for hours." Bryce admitted. He would never tire of kissing her feet like this.

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Nick was glad Anna could at least see that he was acting in her best interest. His biggest fear, even more than pissing her off by annoying her, was that she felt like he was trying to control her. From what he understood, she had been around controlling men in the past and he did not want to give her a reason to think he was trying to be that way for her. Everything he said had good intentions as well. It was good for him to hear her say this. This was a step in the right direction, despite the disagreement. In the past, one might have wrongly assumed the other’s tone and intention. Now, they were trusting and listening to each other. Communicate was getting better and they were both trying.

Nick nodded his head in an understanding way when she said she just had to live with it. “I know what you’re saying. Maybe that is realistic. Maybe we could go to someone and ask if they could help and they might say no. I’m just saying, it is shocking to me that you’re just not checking out all options. It wouldn’t even take more than a couple of minutes to get looked at and for someone to tell you definitively. For all you or I know, they might have something that can help cure it. Maybe not. I was just hoping you’d ask someone and not just rely on your feeling. Again, you might be right, but you could be wrong too, you know?”
 
Hearing Bryce say that he was already close to finishing did not make Alicia want to stop - it made her want to keep going, to give him that pleasure the same way he had not long before. The smile on her face was wicked in the best way possible, proud of herself for the effect that she had on her beloved. However, it seemed that Bryce had other plans - he pulled her feet away from his lap and she worked with him, releasing any tension in her legs so that he could bring her feet to his lips. Just like always he treated them with care, paying special attention to the soft skin on the sole of her foot - it was tender and delicate yet erotic, and the way he moaned sent a shiver down Alicia’s spine.

“Oh I can tell,” she said, a gentle tease with a smile on her face as Bryce gave that delicate care to her right foot as well. The soft sensation of his lips left a tickling tingle on the soles of her feet and the slight feeling of butterflies in her belly. A sigh escaped her lips, and she angled her feet at the ankles to give him better access - encourage him to keep going. “If it means I get to see how happy you look doing it, I’ll gladly let you keep going forever.”

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Molly would be so proud of Anna for the way she was treating this conversation, even if she didn’t like it. She was already incredibly proud of Anna for opening up to Nick about her past and and then here Anna was pushing through another uncomfortable conversation without acting out on instinct and trying to see the other person’s point of view. No two people were ever going to agree with each other or be on the same page 24/7. Being able to get past that kind of thing was important.

It might not have made a lot of sense, but Anna did not want to be told that nothing could help. That was a major part of why she was skipping over that possibility. It was easier for her to just try to roll with the punches than walk in to a situation where someone told her she couldn’t do something and they were right. “Look… If you’ll feel better, in a couple days if it’s still happening then whatever. I’ll go talk to the medic.“ It was clear from the way that she spoke that she absolutely did not want to, but compromise and “looking after herself” and shit.
 
“You better be careful saying something like that. I just might do it!” Bryce mused. The tables were most certainly turned. The evil men holding these two hostages were trying to make them uncomfortable. They stripped Alicia of her shirt and her shoes before tying her up tightly and gagging her. Little did they know, Alicia was used to bondage and the couple would find a way to make the most of it. It would have been a different story if they were kept in different cells. However, the men here believed it would be torturous, to be so close to his wife and be unable to help her. Nobody imagined the couple would do something like this because, well, not many people would. In fact, Bryce and Alicia may have very well been the only couple in the world to take it this way in this situation. He loved how unique they were, though.

Finally, he focused on kissing the top of her feet, moving up above her toes, all the way to her ankles where they were bound. He started with her right foot again before drifting across to kiss her left foot. By the time he was done, every single inch of both feet had been kissed by him. Bryce felt his lips tingling in a wonderful way when it was over. “Since I have such a nice view of your feet, how about you struggle a little with them for me now?” He asked, just admiring the soles and her toes as he waited, his hands still gently holding her tied ankles.

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Compromise. It was an art form. So many couples failed because they could not master it. Nick was glad to finally feel like that would not be a barrier for them anymore. Did these two just execute a world-class communication workshop? No, not really. There were many holes one would be able to find from an objective point of view when analyzing how they communicated. Regardless, the progress was uplifting. Nick cracked a small smile when she gave in. they both had to compromise. Nick wanted her to get up right this instant and take herself down to the tent. She did not want to go today or any day. So, they compromised by giving it a couple of days.

Neither of them really would get what they wanted originally, but they found a middle ground. “Thank you, Anna. Seriously. Thank you.” There was a sigh of relief, too. It was louder than he thought it might be. If Anna had looked back to him, she may be able to see just how stressed he had been, fearing she would just let it go and not get it checked out. There was a noticeable improvement instantly. He even wrapped his arms around her for a moment and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you. I know you’re doing it for me. I appreciate it.” Nick wanted her to feel that appreciation.
 
Bryce had to know all too well that Alicia was going to agree - and as he held her bound ankles in his hands with an excellent view of her feet, Alicia began to pull at her feet. She tried to move both away from him - something his hold would likely prevent - and pull her ankles apart, her lower body writhing as she did so. Neither of her feet ever stayed still, changing positions and angles at almost every moment to hopefully give Bryce the show that he wanted so badly. Her toes spread and pulled apart, curling and uncurling, and overall there was no part of her anatomy that she didn’t show off and stretch and bend as she pulled against her bindings.

Whimpers and whines escaped her full lips, adding to the captive factor. For Bryce and Bryce alone it was a show, an erotic attempt to appeal to every aspect of her favourite person. She put on an incredibly good show, too - maybe it was because she trusted her husband so much, but Alicia could get incredibly in to the captive/hostage act when she was with him. She was not afraid nor self-conscious because she knew that Bryce would never be disappointed in her. The people who had talent hem captive truly could not have expected anything like this would happen, could they? “Let me go - untie me,” she whimpered as she pulled her legs up towards her torso, a pleading but very playful beg.

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The fact that Anna could hear the stress leave Nick’s body said all it needed to about how strongly he felt about the way he did. In theory it was in her best interest to go talk to one of the medical people here anyways, so… Anna’s sigh was much less relieved and more stressed than anything. Clearly, she had no desire to actually do anything. It was technically the right thing to do, though, and Nick seemed happy that she had agreed. When he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, her lips turned in to a faint smile.

”For you and only you,” Anna affirmed as she butted her shoulder gently against his before turning her head to look at him. “You’re lucky you’re you. What do you say about winding down, though? We woke up pretty early, I’m getting tired. You’ve had a much more chaotic day, too. We can even grab blankets this time since we’re not a mile away.” They hadn’t been a mile away in the first place, but the exaggeration served the purpose it needed to. After she finished speaking, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Nick’s cheek. She couldn’t lie, the conversations and compromise and casual affection was making her feel like they were turning in to a sappy old couple. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, but nothing healthy ever felt easy to her.
 
It was more than Bryce bargained for. Alicia had a tendency to do that. She always went above and beyond whatever he asked or expected of her. Bryce liked to think he did the same for her. It was already fun, watching her cute, bound feet struggling and squirming. No matter what direction she tried to pull her feet, the rope around her ankles stayed firm. It was not giving. She was not going anywhere. The male felt his cock hardening at the sight, licking his lips. He had no words. She was so damn good at this. When she started talking again, he listened. She was pleading for him to let her go, to untie her. Damn. She’s good. She knew exactly how to get him going crazy.

Well, he might as well play along with the role, right? “Oh, I am not going to let you go, not when you’re looking so hot tied up and gagged like this. I haven’t even had the chance to have my way with you yet. We’ll have to do that before I can consider releasing you.” He smirked at her. At first, he wasn’t sure whether he was going to fuck her or not in this cell. Now? Well, after the show she was putting on, Bryce had no idea how he would not fuck her. She was going to have his cock inside of her and he was going to make sure she enjoyed every second, that she came, just as he knew he would.

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Nick thought it was funny how getting Anna to ultimately go speak to experts so she could help take care of herself felt like pulling teeth. Now, there was not really anything funny about it. It was scary. He wondered if she had been harmed worse than she was, would she even seek help. It was just a small moment, really. It was likely an insignificant injury where, as Anna said, she just could not sew if she wanted to sew. In the big picture, that was fine. However, Nick wondered if that had not been the case, would she still hide her injuries? If something was seriously wrong with her, how would she judge when to deal with it or when to keep quiet? Nick supposed it was his role and his job to make sure Anna never did that. He was here to look out for her. That's what you did with the woman you loved, right?

After the kiss and the discussion about settling down, Nick eagerly nodded his head. "Yeah, that would be great. Let's grab some blanket and some pillows and we can head on over to the house." Nick agreed with her, smiling as he forced himself to pull back. "The bunkhouse we were assigned isn't that far away so we can just grab the items while we're on the way to the house." Nick added, pushing toward the front door now with a smile on his face when Anna was no longer looking. It did feel nice to believe they had a healthy dynamic between them after all this time, finally.
 
Both of the couple seemed lost in the moment - Alicia, at least, swore that her husband was as lost in this as much as she was. The circumstances that had led them to this moment seemed lost in the back of her brain, and so much of her focus was on the way that she laid struggling on that bed, shirt off and hands behind her back, with her beloved looking with at her with so much love and lust in his eyes. It was impossible to think about anything else as in that moment she was solely in character - she wasn’t the victim of the people who had taken her captive, no. Bryce was her captor and she was his captive, tied up and weak and helpless to whatever he might want to do.

”Please,” she cried again, though her core grew hotter at the thought that Bryce was going to take advantage of her once all was said and done. Was it really taking advantage of someone if they were 100% willing, though? No - no, that was just giving someone what they wanted. The claim that he was going to have his way with her made her moan, though, and playing with her feet became torture for her. She wanted his cock so much more - buried deep in to her bound body in whatever position he found feasible, first his dick and them his cum leaving her feel filled and spent.

Alicia pulled and writhed against the tight ankle binds that were completely refusing to offer her any give, though those soft moans mixed in with her whimpers and pleas. The way that she wanted Bryce was becoming desperate.

- - - - -

Anna hadn’t spent much time in the Clark bunkhouse - in fact, she was pretty sure the only moment that she had even been in there was when she was accompanying Nick after his mother had gotten home and needed care from her family. Even then she hadn’t stuck around to long, just enough to make sure they wouldn’t need any more hands before running away to Molly’s. She didn’t try to bond with the Clarks and the Clarks didn’t try to bond with her, so it was incredibly unlikely Anna was ever going to grow more comfortable around the family.

Once Anna dipped out the door she paused in the middle of her step, held her spot long enough for Nick to catch up, and then brought her good arm around his waist to walk at his side. She’d never been a hand-holder, still never was an anything holder when she had a place she needed to be or something she needed to do, but in the quieter more casual moments of their live together she’d always gone for the arm around the waist. Nick knew better than she did where the bunk house was, Anna was still learning her way around the ranch, so she let him take the lead.

There was a decent chance that Nick would want to talk to his mom before they headed out, and Anna would be okay with that if it happened. Anna didn’t know what to think about it but Madison had been looking at her differently ever since her family had come back together at the depot. It wasn’t friendly, not really but… less hostile? Anna still kept her distance as she gathered up supplies to take down to the house, and as soon as Nick was ready to go she was too.
 
The desperation Alicia felt was matched in full force by Bryce. The way she continued putting on a show for him was incredible. It continued to drive him crazy, causing his cock to throb. Finally, he decided to show Alicia exactly what she did to him by sliding down his pants and boxers all the way, just pushing them off his hips. Maybe doing that right now, in this situation, was unideal. However, they were just getting in his way and he wanted to have full freedom to make love to his sweet wife without worrying about clothes getting in his way.

Finally, he put her feet back down onto the bed and stretched her legs out so he could mount her. He decided it was time to give her breasts more attention. When she wriggled, he could see her perky breasts shaking as there was nothing to hide his view of them anymore. It was one of his favorite parts about her when she struggled. She didn’t just twist her hands and wrists. She put her entire upper body into it. It was another thing where Bryce could not exactly explain how or why it turned him on. It just did.

“I wouldn’t want these nice tits to feel left out. As much as I love those feet of yours, I have to change it up a little.” He grinned at her, leaning down to wrap his lips over her left nipple, moaning and sucking the flesh as his tongue traced her areola. Then, his left hand raised to give her other breast a firm squeeze as his eyes kept on her face, wondering how she would respond to these actions on her body.

--

Nick might have spent more time in the Clark’s bunkhouse than Anna had so far, but that was not saying much. Nick spent most of his time with Anna, whether he was at her bedside in the medical tent, sitting beside her at Molly’s, or spending time with her in their new, private house. Nick loved having his space from family and he preferred Anna’s company more often than not. While he would swing by every now and again to check on his family, he did not plan on staying long each time he visited. So, it was nice to have their own space and not worry about how cramped this small bunkhouse might feel.

When Nick caught up with Anna, he smiled softly when her arm wrapped around his waist. He preferred this to hand-holding. It was odd for most couples, he presumed, but not for themselves. He had so much fun walking with Anna by his side, feeling her arm around his waist. In turn, he allowed his own arm on Anna’s side to loosely wrap around her shoulders to increase the amount of touching because he knew something like this was not frequently done. Nick knew it was smart to take advantage of these moments because they did not occur each day.

“After we grab everything we need, I want to take a minute to speak with Madison before we get moving if that’s alright with you.” Nick finally spoke up while they were walking. Nick knew he did not need to feel timid in asking her and he did not require permission to speak with her. He just felt it was courteous to do, as he was always sensitive of the relationship, or lack thereof, between them. “It won’t take me long, I promise. Just want to make sure she’s alright.”
 
Dear god - Alicia's mouth watered as she watched Bryce shove his clothes to the side, down his legs and far enough away to free his cock from the confines of his clothes. Inexperience and love likely biased her opinions, but as far as Alicia was concerned there was no such thing as a better dick. Thick, hard, the perfect length to bottom her out and fill her as much as she could possibly take without bashing her cervix and bringing her pain with each thrust. His clothing hadn't hidden his arousal very well but there was just something about seeing his body finally bared for her that made everything so much more erotic than before. How could she not want every inch of him, from head to toe to tip?

Alicia let her husband move her however he pleased, though there wasn't much else that she could do. He would pick the perfect position for whatever move he had planned next, and without a doubt he would choose something that she enjoyed. With that in mind she watched his every movement as he laid her down and stretched her out, slinking up over her body like an incubus trying to seduce her soul out of her. Without a doubt that was something that Bryce would be able to do to her - Alicia was weak for him, a ball of putty in his hands.

As his lips and tongue found the soft flesh of her nipple a moan escaped her gagged lips, the thin fabric moving with her as the sweet sounds erupted. At the same time she arched her back in to his touch, always desperate for more. With her hands secured firmly behind her back she was able to use her elbows to hold her chest up, a silent beg for more and more of what this angel of a man had to offer her. "God, Bryce," she moaned as she desperately wanted to pull her hands out in front of her, curl her fingers in to his hair, pull him further in to her.... The pesky bindings on her wrists got in the way of such a thing, though. "Your tongue feels like heaven."

- - - - -

"Sounds good," Anna said, taking that as just trying to be a decent partner and let her in on what would be happening rather than explicitly asking for permission. She had never kept him from his family and wasn't about to start trying. It was just wierd being in the same space as them - Alicia had been fifteen when they had first met and Anna had had absolutely no clue how to interact with a mostly normal fifteen year old, and Madison? Every time Anna saw Madison she just remembered how pissed the woman had been the last time she had ever been at the Clark's house. Nick had been in the shower and she'd been in his room - leaving Nick's bedroom door open a crack when she was about to wrap a tourniquet around her arm was probably a mistake, but Anna had genuinely thought someone was about to kill her in that moment.

So this world was much, much different. Fuck, Nick had somehow talked his mother in to not leaving her behind back when they'd first gotten out of the cells, or throwing her overboard as soon as they'd left the shores. Neither of the pair even liked her back then - and Nick might have claimed to never stop loving her, but he definitely had not liked her at that point in time. Anna was still trying to figure out where the new lines were and why. She figured that she was tolerated at best in order to keep Nick around, especially after they'd wandered off in to the horde of the dead back during the downfall of the estate. But the premise was simple - they both tolerated the other. Maybe one day things could improve (Madison's claims that she had been the one to get Nick back in to smack way back when were never true anyways) but for now... tolerance.

Anna didn't pull her arm away from Nick's body until they reached the front door, at which point she moved to where 'his' bed was to grab the blankets and stuff off of it. She didn't know if Nick was just checking in to see how his mom was feeling after her feet had gotten screwed up from the barefoot walk home or letting her know that he was moving out or what, but she kept her distance enough to give him privacy for whatever it was he wanted to say. Once she'd gathered up everything they needed, she fell back by the door.
 
Well, that did not last long. Suddenly, Alicia shifted from an unwilling captive back to his very willing wife. To him, that was the biggest compliment of all. Instead of her being able to maintain her role, pretending she did not want this, she succumbed to his kissing and his touching. She seemed to feel so much pleasure that she could not possibly pretend to not want him. Bryce loved how easily and quickly he could break her down. The gagged, muffled speech urged him on. His lips and his hands changed places. He wrapped his mouth around her other nipple while his opposite hand grabbed the first breast. Once again, she was being given maximum attention to both breasts with his mouth and with his hand. He wanted her moaning again. Pulling away from her after a few minutes, Bryce decided it was time to act.

“Babe… if I’m not careful, I might cum from just listening to you while I’m kissing your tits!” Beaming at his wife, Bryce finally decided it was time to push things forward between them. Only moving off her body for a second, he grabbed her tied ankles again and pushed her knees towards her chest. This might have been his favorite bondage sex position. It kept her feet bound together, it allowed him to have easy access to her womanhood, and he could kiss her feet as much as he wanted. It was nice to see how flexible she could be, practically folded in half at the waist now.

He made quick work of tugging her jeans and her underwear down until they rested along her lower thighs. A smile spread on his face as he was finally bearing witness to that glistening, tight pussy of hers. “We’re almost there.” Teasingly, he dragged an index finger through her slit. “Just one more thing. I want to know how desperate you are for my cock. Tell me how badly you need me to make love to you.” Bryce loved it when she begged while gagged. It turned him on and it would be the last step before he started.

--

Nick quietly thanked Anna after she agreed. The smile spread on his face just a tad bit. While he knew it was not really asking permission, if Anna would have been upset about him wanting to speak with his mom, he could have gone without. Of course, he never expected her to get angry with him for anything like that. Nick just thought it was courteous to let her know. Plus, if she wanted to avoid joining him, he would understand. If it had not been for Madison’s injury, he would have tried to wait until she cleared out from the house before checking in to grab some of the blankets and pillows. However, because of the extenuating circumstances, it was important that he at least spoke to her to see how she was recovering. He needed to be there for her if he could.

Things were much different now, for sure. He hoped that there was a chance that they could possibly figure out something for Anna and Madison. What if they could patch things together now? Yeah, that was a crazy thought. Nick probably did not think that was going to happen, but it was a nice thought. The end of the world actually brought him closer to Anna. It somehow rekindled a romance they had. Why could another relationship be repaired? Obviously, it was different, much different from Nick and Anna but that was besides the point. Nick still hoped for the best because things would run much better. Then again, he should probably worry about Madison and his own relationship before anything else. Nick was probably getting too far ahead of himself.

Back at the bunkhouse, Madison and Nick spent a few minutes talking. They talked about what Nick was going to do with Anna. He checked on Madison as well. Of course, she was stubborn as ever and she was walking around, moving around, and trying to talk with the Ottos to plan the next stage. Yeah, she was not even trying to take it easy or rest, so there was no point for Nick to stay here. Because of that, he told her goodbye and let her now where he was going and what he was doing with Anna. She did not try to fight him on it. She told him to be careful and at least stop by sometime so they could chat. Once Nick was satisfied, he walked away from his mother and turned to Anna at the door. “Alright. Guess we’re ready to go. Got everything we need?”
 
Alicia found it almost surreal, the way that she could affect Bryce. Surely he was playing around, exaggerating just a little bit when he claimed he could cum just kissing her tits all because of the way she squirmed and writhed and every inch of her body begged for him. At the same time, it would not be a surprise if what he was saying was true - and Alicia would not be disappointed by such a finding, either, although in that moment she really did ache to have every inch of that cock buried deep inside of her body.

That seemed to be the end of the playing around, though - Alicia gasped as her legs were grabbed by the ankle and pushed upwards, bending her knees up towards her bare chest. The way he moved her just left her wetter in anticipation, knowing that very very soon she was going to get what she craved the most. A soft moan escaped her lips as Bryce started to pry her pants and underwear down her thighs, giving him access to the most intimate parts of her body. Those binds on her ankles may have kept them from shedding her pants entirely, but this moment was perfect all in its own.

It wasn’t difficult, filling Bryce’s request. She was so filled with need, desperate to the point of aching, for Bryce and his cock. “Please, baby,” she begged, looking her husband in the eyes as the cloth moved across her lips. “Please, Bryce. I need you inside of me so badly.”

- - - - -

Hearing Madison going on about the plans she was making with the Ottos moving forward, pushing headstrong in to the next battle before she’d even healed from the first, reminded Anna of herself. That was… incredibly disconcerting. It seemed Nick had a habit of keeping difficult and perpetually stubborn women in his life, and part of Anna was left wondering if Alicia was part of that group as well - she didn’t know the girl well enough to make any kind of judgement besides ‘she seems like a teenage girl’ but it would definitely be good for Nick if his sister was a little bit more mellow. Anna and his mother could both be more than a handful at times.

“Yup,” Anna said as Nick moved towards the door, offering him an armful of blanket so that they could share the load of supplies. Some parts of Anna were still the nineteen year old girl she’d been back when her and Nick were together for the first time, and those parts of her were surprised by how easily they were able to get out of there without any kind of fight. Times changed, it seemed - of course, the entire world had changed along with it.

“Unless you can think of anything else?” She asked as she pushed open the door a crack, just enough to pop her foot between the door and its frame and use it to keep the door held open. As far as she was aware they had everything they needed - it wasn’t like personal belongings were really a thing these days. As long as Nick was sure he was good, Anna was more than happy to leave the bunkhouse and the strange vibes that came with it behind.
 
That was it. That's what he needed to hear. "You make such a convincing argument, babe. I don't know how I can possibly resist you." It was true. Alicia was irresistible. Even without the gag, even without being tied up. So, he smiled at her sweetly, moving closer as he allowed the tip of his cock to press between her wet lips. He started by sliding between her pussy, not quite entering her. Then, the games were just beginning. Suddenly he thrust forward and pushed his cock deep inside of her. As always, he took it slow when they first started so she could take some time to adjust.

Even while taking time, he managed to slide as deep as he could. He felt the tip of his cock penetrate her until he reached her cervix, stopping right there. He felt his balls gently slap against her outer lips, moaning her name as he finally reached the position he thought felt like home. "Oh, Alicia.... Oh, god. I love you." He cried out, tilting his head back. One hand reached down and gripped her breasts, squeezing and fondling her perky tits.

"Oh, my god. Alicia, it feels so good. All of it. You're so fucking sexy. I'm going to make sure we both enjoy this. I know we're both going to cum endlessly. You're going to scream behind that gag." He promised her these things as he started to thrust, slowly penetrating her repeatedly, keeping the pace slow, although the depth of his thrusting reached new levels with each jolt of his hips.

--

"Great, thank you." The male spoke, accepting the other half of the blanket and pilows. It was perfect. It was going to really feel like home now. "Let's get moving then." Nick nodded as he led the way back out of the bunkhouse. Oddly enough, he was less concerned about keeping his mother out of harm's way than Anna. Perhaps that was wrong. Logically, no woman should ever be more important than his mother. However, with their strangled relationship, all he could do was shrug his shoulders and say whatever when she decided to do something stupid. Jay did not really care about wasting more energy on it. He already knew that Madison would do whatever she wanted. Nothing he said or did would change that. It did not shock him to learn what she was planning.

Nick could not think of anything else, so he just shook his head and decided they should keep moving. Nick looked forward to curling up with Anna again. They had some good memories in that house already. It was his hope that tonight would be the start of more happy memories together. It would begin feeling like a real home. With that in mind, he gently smiled her way and moved ahead. It was nice to end the day on a high note after having some tension and worry about her hand earlier. Nick supposed that in itself was a positive.

If they were not going asleep angry, that was wonderful. "Is there anything you wanted us to do before we head back to our house?" Nick asked, tilting his head at the girl beside him, trying to stay as close as possible. He was ready to do whatever she wanted, if there was another pit stop on her mind before they made it back.
 
As soon as the head of Bryce’s cock pressed against her folds, parting them to rub along the sensitive skin of her labia and clit, Alicia was lost - this was a game she stood no chance of winning. Those sweet, sexy moans of hers grew a little bit louder and a little more needy - Bryce was so close to giving her what she needed so desperately and yet so far away at the same time. “Please, baby,” she pleaded as his cock found her soaked entrance. She was clearly ready for whatever he had to offer her.

An elongated moan escaped her full lips as Bryce pushed in to her. The way that Bryce filled her, stretching her core until she fit every inch of him perfectly snug, was an incredible sensation - there was nothing like that first thrust, the way his body urged her to accommodate and her walls did so easily. The drawn out moan came to an end only as he hilted within her and stilled himself.

Alicia looked at him with a combination of adoration and lust. She’d never seen anyone sexier in her life, but that was more true in moments like this - his body bared, cock buried inside of her. The way he had himself positioned to give her all that he possibly could… Fuck, Bryce was one incredibly attractive man. “God yes,” she moaned, both in pleasure from those slow first thrusts and from how much she loved every word that had come out of Bryce’s mouth. She knew very well that he would prove himself right.

- - - - -

Our house - that was such a strange thing to hear out loud, the kind of thing that Anna could have never pictured being any kind of reality in the past. Might they have one day left Molly’s apartment and found their own shitty apartment? Sure, potentially - a whole ass house to themselves, though? They were in the middle of the damn apocalypse and somehow living the life! Or, at least, what could have been considered ‘the life‘ in a different kind of way in a different kind of world.

”Nope, I’m all good,” Anna said to him as she started the trek back to the house. She didn’t wander far from his side, though with one arm full and the other only semi-functional, Nick wasn’t going to be getting a reach around the waist this time. She appreciated that he thought of her but Anna didn’t have anywhere she went other than Molly’s, and they had started their venture back from there. There was not much left in the world for her to want for.

She couldn’t lie - she was excited to see what had become of the place. At the very least, they wouldn’t have to sleep on a hard floor blanket-free. As they walked towards the front door, Anna turned her head just slightly to look at Nick. “You know we’re going to have to christen every surface of this place, yeah?”
 
The moans of approval played a pivotal role for Bryce. Without Alicia showing him just how much this impacted her, Bryce would not have been able to feel so turned on. Because of the noises Alicia made behind the gag and the look of euphoria on her face, Bryce did not have to question whether she was having fun. He could tell that she was. "If you keep moaning and talking to me like that... I'm not going to last very long." It was not a complaint or a warning. It was more like a challenge than anything else.

Each subsequent thrust from Bryce sent his cock just as deep inside Alicia as the first. However, the major change was found with the speed. While Bryce was not exactly thrusting with reckless abandon, the pace slowly began to increase, his hips slamming into his wife's with just a little more force each time. This was how it normally went. Bryce started slow and built up, although he never lost control and risked harming Alicia with his movements. He preferred this anyway. Although there were times and places for rougher sex, it felt like another round of slow, gentle love-making was better right now.

It felt right to reach down behind her back and reach for one of her bound hands. Even though he would normally occupy both of his own hands by touching her clit and touching her breasts, he felt the need for more intimacy. He wanted to be closer to her as if that were somehow possible. So, that was what he settled on doing.

--


Not long after taking the first few steps outside of the Clark bunkhouse, Nick registered what Anna said to him. Christening every surface? Nick could handle that job. “Yeah. We really do need to make sure every inch of that house is covered. I don’t think we will truly make it our home until we do exactly what you said.” Nick turned long enough so she could see his face and see the wink he sent her way. It was not like Nick was going to expect Anna to take it easy forever.

As soon as she recovered, Nick was serious about fucking her hard, along with the many other promises he made to her. It was going to be fantastic. Nick already looked forward to it, unable to shake the dirty thoughts from his head. They would become lost in one another, locked away from the outside world. The thought was both romantic and sexy at the same time. Nick could appreciate that.

Before Nick even realized it, they reached their new home. It was coming together splendidly. The last few days were spent with the finalization of the roof. Nick had some help, but he worked to finish most of it on his own. It looked like a totally different structure than it did right after the fire. Nick held the door open for Anna so she could step inside first. “Our first home.” Nick chuckled, imagining this scene in a world that used to exist, the dramatic act of being handed their first set of keys. There was no pomp and circumstance here. Nonetheless, Nick found it to be pretty exciting!
 
Time wasn’t everything - even if Bryce did happen to cum relatively quickly, it wouldn’t be a problem. She wouldn’t shame him or be angry or anything like that. If anything, she would take it as a compliment - her and her body were so arousing to him that he couldn’t hold back when buried inside of her. “Then make me be quiet,” Alicia challenged back, knowing that Bryce could easily use that as an opportunity to cover her mouth with his hand if he felt so inclined. She figured the odds of him doing so were about 50/50 - she knew that he loved the way her voice sounded all muffled and obscured unable to speak, but he also loved watching her lips move around and under gags. No matter what happened, they were going to have a lot of fun.

No matter what, Alicia had no plans of hushing herself - and quite frankly it was physically impossible given how amazing each thrust felt. Bryce knew exactly how to work her up and he was doing just that, slowly building up an even pace inside that was driving her insane. Each thrust brought out more of those moans that her husband seemed to love so much as Alicia’s legs bounced towards chest each time.

Despite the circumstances, the moment was intimate - and Alicia loved that Bryce seemed to know that was exactly what she needed. When he reached behind her to grab at her bound wrists, Alicia took a hold of his hand in return. “Baby… Oh, god. This feels so good,” she said through he gag, a louder moan escaping her lips as soon as the slightly muffled words were finished.

- - - - -

“Well aren’t we just a classic old couple now?” Anna returned, getting a laugh out of the idea. Anna had never pictured her life having any kind of success - she had always been a “surviving rather than truly living” kind of person. In a way that hadn’t changed, it was more necessary than ever, but at the same time a lot of things were happening that she could have never imagined in the past. A somewhat(?) healthy relationship, a house to herself… The circumstances weren’t right, but fuck it. Even if it was temporary, it was fun to think that her and Nick had a space to themselves.

She walked through the front door and in to the main space, recognizing the area that they had been set up at the other day. There was a ceiling overhead now, no more open starry sky above their heads, and that was a shame but at the same time hey - it was clear a lot of hard work had gone in to this. Anna was pretty impressed, especially after seeing what the place had looked like before work had been done on it. Anna had been pretty occupied down with Molly and it wasn’t like she would be very useful helping out with this anyways, so she hadn’t been around for the preparation.

“Wow - was this all you?” Anna asked as she put the stuff she was carrying down on a table, putting her hand on her hip as she wandered through an open door inside to check out another room. It was clear that the place had been damaged, but Nick and the people who had helped him had cleaned it up pretty well - well enough for a smirk to form on Anna‘s face as she was reminded of their conversation early, and couldn’t help but think about being held against one of these walls.
 
Bryce considered the options. There was always a sexual appeal from putting his hand over her mouth. Bryce realized that double gags were not something he used, such as possibly placing tape over her lips and a cloth over the tape, or two cloths over her mouth. It was something he felt interested in and something he might try later. As of right now, he was enjoying what she was doing quite a bit and he did not want that to change. He continued to moan against her, deciding to not muffle her at all, allowing the cloth to do that job for him.

Feeling her hands take his back sparked something else. It sparked even more love for Alicia than he ever imagined possible. His wife was so beautiful like this. He appreciated the way she did not mind the extra touches and loving caresses they would give one another while making love. She felt so tight around his cock, too, and that made for an even more fun session together. Bryce knew he was not going to last much longer and that was okay. A quick orgasm did not necessarily mean anything bad to him, either. Simply, he was looking to ride this out as long as possible.

“Oh, Alicia. I love you.” Bryce whispered again, giving her tied hands a tight squeeze. Then, he leaned forward again so he could continue kissing her cute, bound feet, moaning against the soft skin of her feet. Every inch of her body felt perfect and those feet were no different. Still with a free hand, he finally did drop it down so he could begin slowly rubbing clockwise circles around her clit.

--

Nick laughed at the notion that they were just a classic old couple now, just as Anna suggested. “Oh, Anna. Trust me. I don’t think there is anything classic about us. I don’t think there ever will be.” Nick teased, although it was entirely true. Every facet of their relationship felt unique to them. Nick did not think he had ever heard of anyone else’s relationship being as much of a roller coaster ride as their were, even before the outbreak started. However, Nick was pleased to find that there were many more ups than downs recently. The downs they did face were not necessarily of their own doing such as getting shot or trying to survive an apocalypse. That was not exactly either of their fault.

Although Nick would never admit it, he did feel as if getting shot was partially his fault. He was the one leading the people out of La Colonia. He thought he had this big, bright idea of where they could move, where they could survive. Look what happened. It made Nick never want to trust himself to be a leader of any kind ever again. He figured Anna would roll her eyes at him for feeling guilty about her getting shot. He did not exactly pull the trigger, but some days, it felt like he did.

“It wasn’t all me. Jeremiah recruited a few people to help. He pitched in as well. Oddly enough… he seemed… okay, talking to me. I still worry about Troy the most. I don’t think Jeremiah is a good man, but he knew how to build a roof so that was great.” Nick chuckled. “But yeah, I worked on it all day. Some others helped in shifts. I hope you like it. I know this isn’t a really fancy spot and I hope it isn’t too “classic old couple” for me to say that I really like the idea of us having our own place. It makes me happy to think about.”
 
How could one person be so perfect? It was truly unbelievable how perfect of a match Bryce was for Alicia. There was no way in which he was not exactly what she needed - and that was incredibly true as they made love to each other on the bed of that little prison cell, her bound and stripped by men who would never respect and care for her the way that Bryce did. It was an unconventional and unexpected turn of events that likely no one saw coming, but even in the strangest way Bryce always seemed to be on the same page as she was. It was exhilarating.

Alicia couldn’t think about the circumstances, though - couldn’t think about the moments that had led up to this where she had felt nothing but humiliated and belittled. Bryce took all of that away and replaced it with safety and trust and respect. He saw her hurting and struggling and made it right in whatever way that he could just like always, and together they had taken advantage of a loophole. The Black Hat men had said that he couldn’t untie her, lest they be in danger - they had made no calls as to what they could do while she was tied up. Little did they know just who they were doing this to, though - and that was fair, the majority of people were not interested in bondage nor would they have seen this as a normal way to act in this situation.

Nothing about their love for each other was typical, though. Nothing about their sexual interests could really be considered typical, either - but it was what it was, and they needed no one’s approval but each other’s. ”Bryce… I love you so much,” Alicia moaned as she felt so worked up that she could feel another orgasm working its way through her body. So soon and she was already close again - and then he had to go and start rubbing those careful expert circles on her sensitive clit and the moment he did she let out a much louder moan. “Oh my god,” she gasped as it quelled, her walls starting to tighten around Bryce’s cock. Just like that she started to come undone all around him, a mess of juices and moans meant all for Bryce.

- - - - -

Anna would be lying if she tried to claim she didn’t miss the days of living the fast life, the chaos that came with it more home to her than anything else had ever been - she did. She missed the busy streets of Los Angeles as she roamed down them at 3am, nothing but streetlights and the occasional car lighting the way. She missed little black dresses and fishnets and dingy little dive bars. She missed her shitty little apartment and curling up wine-drunk in the bathtub with Molly, the first time she’d tried cocaine, all the time she’d spent being a deviant in her teenage years and the first two years of her twenties. She missed heroin - deeply, and every day.

In the sweeter moments like this with Nick, there was a part of Anna that desperately missed the chaos of their previous life. It was incredible, just how stupid that was - here they were having something good and it was so unfamiliar to her that there was a piece of her that wanted the chaos back in her life. Trauma was a hell of a drug, it seemed. Nick was trying, though, and she could see that. Even though she didn’t like talking about it too much (at all), she hoped that he could see that she was trying as well. Fuck, if he kept it up she might be one of those people to claim that ‘home was a person’ or some other sappy shit… Probably not, but the thought was enough to make her snicker and shake her head.

”Hey - since when have I seemed like I need fancy?“ Anna cocked an eye as she wandered back towards Nick. Now that her arms were free she could slip one around his waist. Fancy and addiction did not generally go hand in hand, and Anna would say the ‘fanciest’ thing she had ever owned was that pretty black knife she’d had for years. That or the docs she had already worn in by the time she met Nick years ago and still had to this day, which despite the wear were expensive to acquire. “It’s great. Can’t say I’d ever thought an ‘our house’ would exist but-“ instead of finishing the sentence she shrugged her shoulders, and then leaned in to Nick’s side. “So where’s the bedroom? Give me the tour.”
 
Orgasms were plentiful in this relationship. It always boosted Bryce’s ego whenever he could make Alicia cum multiple times. Bryce often did think about the stereotype of guys who did not know how to pleasure a woman, how girls might sit in their groups and complain about their relationship, how they could never reach a real orgasm. There were conversations about fake orgasms and Bryce often thought about it, wanting to make sure the woman he married never had to deal with that. There was nothing fake or forced about those moans. Her orgasm was genuine and Bryce could feel it. As powerful of a position that he could hold while they were using bondage, he never wanted Alicia to feel like he ignored her needs. There were some relationships in the world of BDSM where the dominant partner never took care of the submissive partner. Bryce always promised himself that he would never become that. So far, Bryce figured he was doing quite the job at that. Alicia never complained about anything. He hoped if she ever had a problem with something he did or said, she would be able to come to him and speak about such topics.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good, Alicia. I love it when you cum all over my cock. I’m going to make sure you get filled, Princess.” After promising Alicia that he was going to orgasm inside her, the pace started picking up speed. The wetness coating his cock from both of her recent orgasms allowed him to move at a smoother pace. He called out repeatedly in pleasure as he finally removed his hand from her clit, just to place it onto her left breast. There was not much else he could do. The orgasm was quickly approaching.

After a few more thrusts, Bryce finally found that peak of pleasure. It started in the base of his cock and the tingling of his cock traveled all the way up to the tip. It caused the tip to pulsate and a few spurts of his semen started to coat her inner walls. Of course, Bryce ensured that his latest thrust before the orgasm stopped as deep inside of her as he could reach as the orgasm ripped through his body. While he was moaning her name during the orgasm, he leaned over to kiss her gagged lips once again as he finished.

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Nick missed the old days as well. It might seem shocking, but he did. Even though they had major problems with one another and struggled with using drugs, being in and out of rehab facilities, Nick never felt more alive than he felt when he spent time with Anna at one of their special spots. He remembered just being lazy all day in the bed together, just them and their heroin. Or, they could relax by finding the nightlife and parties later on at nights, too. Nick loved both of these things equally and he missed them equally. They never had that freedom now. It was tough to remember what those days were like. Nick felt like he was struggling to remember how those times felt. Each day caused more memories to fade and all that was left for Nick was their current state and the current threats they faced. Now, it was not all bad. There were some wonderful memories already with Anna that would never go away. However, it did not compare to the old days. God, he wished they would have found such a powerful connection together before the world as they knew it died. He wished it did not take an apocalypse to bring them together.

Although Nick did understand her tendency to shy away from anything sappy or too loving, that did not mean he was going to shy away from it. With the world being less chaotic now, he started to have a desire for the peace and calm> Where she was desperately missing it, he was clinging to the new peace they discovered. It probably had most to do with Anna nearly dying. That was chaos and he did not want that version of chaos. It changed his perspective on many things.

“Well, you’re already familiar with the living room area.” Nick gestured to where they spent most of the other night. “Now, here’s the kitchen. The bathroom is on the other side of that hallway. And here’s the bedroom.” At the end of the hallway, he led Anna to the last closed door and pushed it open. “We think this was where the fire started. It was the most severely burned room, but everything is all cleaned up. We have a new mattress on the bed and it just needs our sheets. Got some drawers in the dresser if we need to store anything.” Nick shrugged, thinking it was pretty nice considering their previous conditions and he would love to make this feel like a home if possible.
 
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