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)
Insults and abuses that she’d dismissed with a witty comment or comeback were now dragged up from the depths of her memory.
Only to burn to ash as they met the ferocious heat of Alexander’s dominance.
He switched to the flogger, starting up the sideways figure-eight pattern once more.
When the first pass struck her breasts, Alena nearly screamed. She was so sensitive. She couldn’t take it.
She could. For him, she could.
And at this point it wasn’t the pain she feared, but the private, personal revelations.
She wore a mask, which wasn’t remarkable. Everyone did. It just so happened that hers was a bit thicker, a bit more permanent, than what other people wore.
And Alexander was stripping all that away.
She still heard the flogger but no more blows fell. Chain clanked and her wrists lowered a few inches. Her overworked arm muscles sent up a protest, but that was minor pain in comparison to her aching breasts.
“Feet together. Now bend over.”
She was tired and aching, raw emotionally and physically.
And he was still going to use her. “Sir, I…”
“I’m not done using you. You will submit until I release you.”
When she’d first been exploring BDSM, and had stumbled while explaining exactly what turned her on, a Domme had given her the language she’d been missing to verbalize her desires.
Submission by force.
She wanted the Dom to force her to find and touch her own limits. When she pleaded prettily that she couldn’t take a bigger plug, she wanted the Dom to hold her down and work it into her ass anyway. It was the very opposite of the affirmative consent that every man or woman should have in real life, which made it taboo, and probably why she found it so arousing.
The flogger was finally silent, its soft, wicked tails still.
If she hadn’t been so emotionally wrung out, she would have told Alexander exactly how hot she found his words and actions. How a moment ago she’d been on the verge of breaking down and crying about things that she’d bottled up for years, and instead she was so turned on she could feel her heartbeat in her pussy.
Alexander’s hands helped her into position, firm and a bit impatient, but not rough when he grabbed her red, aching hips.
With his help, she assumed a somewhat awkward position. She was bent at the waist, not at ninety degrees, but closer to forty five. Her elbows were crooked, wrists behind and above her head.
She wasn’t sure how long she could hold this. After only a minute she felt the strain in her shoulders and lower back.
His fingers, which now felt cool in comparison to her heated flesh, glided over her back, pausing occasionally, probably to inspect her for any bruising.
Then he slid his fingers under the back waistband of her panties, and tugged.
Alena sucked in air and froze.
Ignoring the bows on the sides, he pulled her panties down to the tops of her thighs, her bare ass exposed for the first time.
“I will not penetrate you,” he said. “I’m only looking, and making you aware of my right to look.”
Alexander palmed her butt cheeks, spreading them, holding them open just long enough to make a powerful statement.
He released her ass, and then shifted so when he ducked down she could see him. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and it was such an unexpected, tender gesture that she couldn’t stop the gasp of surprise.
“These will hurt,” he warned her softly. “But you will take them.”
A fresh wave of arousal shot through her, even as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“I will not tell you how many. You must trust me.”
“I do.” It was utterly stupid. She had just met him, even if she felt like she knew him from the months of research and planning.
He was the one who shouldn’t trust her.
But the knowledge she had about him belonged to Magdalena Moreau, not Alena the submissive.
Alexander swiped his thumb over her cheek, then stood, moving out of her line of sight.
A second later the flogger landed on the ground right under her head. His way of telling her he wouldn’t be using the flogger.
Which meant the crop. A more precise, sharp pain on her ass that was already aching thanks to the very flogger she was staring at.
Did she trust him? Far more than she should. She had her safeword, but a safeword couldn’t magically unlock cuffs and disintegrate chains.
Crack.
Alena screamed, rising up on her toes as sharp, pinching pain flared on her left ass cheek. She would have lost her balance and toppled over if Alexander hadn’t grabbed her. He forced her back into position.
Once she had her balance, and against all reason and sanity, Alena bowed her back, canting her hips and ass towards him.
He rewarded her with a single soft caress on her right ass cheek.
Crack.
He struck the flesh he’d just caressed. This time she screamed, but didn’t move.