Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“Or I’ll stop.”
“Oh, that’s…That’s just mean.”
“You said you’d ask for what you want.” The smile melted away. “That was a lie?”
“No.”
He scooped up the crop and snapped a quick blow to the inside of her upper arm, which was exposed and vulnerable with her arms bound overhead.
Alena yelped and danced in place.
“Mind your manners.” The grin was gone, his tone cool. But the way he looked at her was anything but cool. It also wasn’t the dispassionate, focused look she remembered Doms wearing during non-sexual impact play scenes.
Because this wasn’t non-sexual.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
“Did you lie?” He started to walk around behind her. Like prey trying to keep a predator in sight, she turned to follow his progress.
Crack. Again the crop struck the soft, pale skin of her inner arm. Then his hand tangled in her hair, jerking her head back, her scalp prickling with pain.
“Did you lie when you said you’d ask for what you wanted?”
“No… Sir.” She stumbled a little over the second word. Not because she had trouble saying it.
Because right now he didn’t just feel like a Dom, or a casual impact play partner—which was what she’d expected before actually meeting him.
As he held her by the hair, her body forced into a slight backbend, her hands bound and raised, her whole body throbbing from his precise use of the flogger…
He felt like her master.
It felt like they had a connection that was more than just a common interest, more than sexual chemistry.
Master.
She’d almost called him “master.”
Chapter 4
“I don’t allow my submissives to lie to me.”
Alexander’s words were a cold slap, snapping her out of the ridiculous flight of submissive fancy.
I’ve made a terrible mistake.
That thought sobered her enough that she was able to jerk herself away from a precipice she could not afford to crest.
He didn’t allow submissives to lie to him. Well, he was about to, even if he didn’t know it.
She’d planned to offer him nothing but lies and playacting. But what she felt, how she responded to his domination was the truth. Hopefully that was enough veracity to hide both the lies she’d already told and the ones she would have to tell to get what she needed.
“I wanted you to touch my breasts, Sir. I wanted you to…” She shook her head, casting aside thoughts of both past and future. Now was all that mattered.
She closed her eyes, trying to put to words a feeling that was nearly impossible to explain. “I wanted it to either end or for you to start using that crop.”
“Impatient.”
“Yes, Sir, but it’s more than that—it’s…” She licked her lips, struggling slightly to swallow because her head was still back, his hand still gripped in her hair.
The tip of the crop rubbed her hip then slid up. When he teased her nipple, gently tapping it with the crop, Alena couldn’t help but moan.
“I can read your body language,” he whispered. “I know what it was you wanted. What you still want.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He released her hair. “Your skin is sensitized and now that you’ve had a break, starting again would be painful.”
He was ending the scene. Alena looked at the floor, past her flushed breasts and hard nipples. It was in part to stretch her neck, and in part to hide her disappointment.
The crop came up under her chin, forcing her face up.
He looked like some dark, avenging prince—his face stark and merciless. “Beg.”
“Sir?”
“Beg me to keep whipping you.”
“And if I don’t?” she whispered.
He slapped her right nipple with the crop. Sharp, hot pain lanced through her. From her nipple right down to her sex, which throbbed in response.
“Thank you,” she moaned.
“Turn around.”
Slightly wobbly, she rose onto the balls of her feet and turned, presenting him with her backside.
The crop swished through the air, and she cried out in sweet pain as it lashed her ass. In a matter of moments, or was it minutes? She was shifting and wiggling, seeking an end to the constant throbbing interspersed by bursts of sweet pain. Her whole body was humming with need. The need for it all to stop, for her to catch her breath and calm down.
The need for him to do even more. Harder, longer, more sensitive skin.
“Please, please,” she sobbed.
“What?” he demanded.
“More, Sir.”
The chemistry she’d been surprised by when he first touched her was nothing compared to the connection she now felt. She felt submissive, truly submissive, for the first time in years.
And it was that full submission that sparked a terrible desire. She wanted to beg him to hurt her until she was bruised and bleeding. Knowing, trusting, that he wouldn’t go that far.
“Turn around, offer me your breasts again.”
Her tits ached, especially her right nipple, but she obeyed, presenting her breasts to be cropped.
Thwack, thwack.
A dry sob escaped her, and Alena was no longer thinking about this moment. Instead all the things she’d shoved down, all the things that secretly hurt her, surfaced.