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)
Her stomach twisted at the thought. If she fucked him as part of the job, what did that make her?
A whore, and not the fun kind.
Or…
She could mentally separate what was happening. Alena the submissive versus Magdalena who was working Alexander as part of a job.
If she did that, and had sex with this man, it wouldn’t be about the job, it would be about them. Their chemistry. Natural sexual chemistry, combined with the power exchange of BDSM.
She wanted to kneel at his feet. Wanted him to call her a good girl as he forced his cock into her mouth and fucked her face. Wanted him to make her helpless again, to wrap her up in chains and rope until every inch of her flesh was his by right of possession.
Alena’s breath hitched as her imagination painted vivid pictures. He shifted his attention to her thighs and hips. When he leaned down, Alena held her breath, hoping he couldn’t see how wet she was, couldn’t smell her arousal.
“Sekunde,” he murmured.
Watching him rise and walk away she realized how desperately she wanted to see him naked.
Her imagination began crafting a fantasy that began with him stripping off his clothes.
Alena licked her lips, which were dry thanks to her heavy breathing. Her naked Alexander fantasy gained traction and she imagined all the wonderful, wicked things he would do to her when they were both naked.
He’d force a plug into her ass. A big one. One that would make it impossible for her to ignore the invasive presence. A fat plug that would remind her each time she moved that she was a submissive. His submissive. That he was preparing her body so he could fuck her.
He’d clamp her nipples, then twist the clamps until she cried out. Then he’d soothe her with his mouth.
He’d use his tongue and teeth on every inch of her skin.
He’d bury his face between her thighs. Tongue-fuck her as he worked a dildo in her ass.
Alena’s breathing hitched, her imagination adding fuel to the already dangerous bonfire of her arousal, but the fantasies just kept coming.
She wanted him to turn her over his knee and spank her with his hand.
She wanted him to gag her so she’d have no way to work her secret agenda.
Her runaway kinky thought-train derailed as reality stepped onto the tracks. She had a job to do, and lying here fantasizing wasn’t going to help.
“Roll over.” Alexander had returned to her side, holding several things, the only one she could see clearly a bottle of lotion.
She rolled onto her belly, her nipples burning as she lay on them. Alexander briskly tugged her panties, forcing them into the crack of her ass. She smelled the spicy scent of the bruise balm commonly used by those who enjoyed impact play a moment before his hands began to stroke and knead it into her ass.
It hurt, her skin sore, the muscles of her ass aching. She hissed out a breath, feet rising off the floor as she bent her knees. He briskly grabbed her ankles and forced them down, continuing his ministrations with the other hand.
The pain from her ass muted her desire, though the absolute dominance with which he handled her didn’t exactly help her come fully out of her submissive headspace. Still, this was the pain of a deep tissue massage, not the sexy pain of a flogging, and she grimaced into the cushion below her.
Alexander carefully untucked her panties, patting her ass fondly when he was done.
Alena took deep breaths, strangely relaxed now that it was done. She lay there for what felt like no more than a moment, but was probably several minutes.
“Alena, how do you feel?” The soft question came from close by, surprising her.
Raising her head, she propped herself up on her elbows, her belly still on the floor in a modified cobra pose.
Alexander was seated cross-legged with his back against the wall. He held a large water bottle in one hand, a folded towel in the other.
“I’m wonderful.” She tried to smile, the sort of knowing wink-and-a-nudge smile that would put them back on equal footing now that the scene was over.
“I asked you not to lie.”
Apparently she hadn’t been successful. “I didn’t lie in the scene,” she countered. “Outside of the scene you don’t have the right to ask me that. The world keeps turning because of all the little lies we tell.”
Her lies were rarely little. God knew this one wasn’t.
“I prefer the truth.” He paused, but after a long moment spoke again. “If anything is hurting in a way it shouldn’t, you will tell me.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?” Alena rose up onto her hands and knees, then froze, realizing that she really didn’t want to sit on her aching ass. Kneeling here with her tits hanging down also wasn’t a good option.