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)
Fucking him would cross a line, even for her. But she wanted his hand on her, in her. Wanted him to fuck her with his fingers and a dildo, wanted him to plug her ass and put a gag in her mouth.
“Sex, at least by your current definition, does not include my cock in your mouth.”
She smiled. “No, it doesn’t.”
She expected him to grin, but he remained serious. “Last chance.”
Alena reached out to cup his face. She didn’t think about it, just did it. “I’m not running, Alexander. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”
His eyes widened, then closed. He turned his head into her, his breath hot against the inside of her wrist.
Alena’s heart clenched. What was she doing? She’d never given up on a job before. She’d lost a game or two in the past, but not because she forfeited.
“Alexander, I...”
One night with this man, a hint of vulnerability mixed with the aggressive dominance and a soupçon of danger, shouldn’t be enough to make her abandon a plan months in the making.
But when he leaned into her touch, she knew she couldn’t go forward. Couldn’t lie to him, use him. She’d have to back out, to find another way.
She took a breath, feeling sick at what she was about to do. “Alexander, there’s—”
“That’s the third time you’ve used my name.” Alexander’s eyes opened, and there was nothing soft or vulnerable in his gaze. The predator was awake, looking out at her through Alexander’s green and gold eyes.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his face. “We’ll start with a punishment.”
“We haven’t started,” Alena stammered out, her planned confession short-circuited by the possibility of punishment.
“I said not until I got your papers.” Alexander’s face was a stern mask, but there was a hint of sadistic pleasure in the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. “When Lillian set them down, we began.”
“Well, that’s just not fair,” Alena murmured. “Semantics.”
“I warned you to run.” Alexander stood, not letting go of her wrist. “Now it’s too late.”
It’s not too late. You have your safeword, and you’re not going to have sex with him, at least not in the most heterosexual traditional sense. It’s not too late.
But when Alexander pulled her away from the table, her dress forgotten on the floor, Alena knew that wasn’t true.
It was too late.
But too late for what?
Chapter 6
Alexander guided her to a spot in the dungeon equidistant between a kneeler and a large, rustic platform with a tall post jutting up from the center.
Alena was breathing fast with apprehension, and her sex was wet with anticipation.
Alexander stopped and turned to her, ran the back of one finger from her bellybutton up between her breasts then higher, tracing her neck up to her chin and finally tipping her face up.
She stared into his eyes, waiting for his command, needing the scene to start so she could fall into that place of mental peace he’d brought her to last night.
Alexander smiled, and it was a wicked expression.
Alena’s blood heated, her body relaxing, accepting. Use me. Hurt me the way I need.
Alexander dropped his hand, then turned and walked away.
“Oh, that’s just mean,” Alena called out.
Alexander looked at her over his shoulder, one brow raised. The look said “wait or else”. Then he was gone, out the doors of the ballroom.
Leaving her naked except for some very tiny underwear, standing in the middle of a BDSM dungeon feeling a confusing mix of apprehension and arousal.
Trying to distract herself, Alena examined the various scene spaces. Though the dungeon theme was a bit on the nose, the equipment was high quality. The wood structures, from the St. Andrew’s crosses to the sawhorse benches, angled kneelers, and bondage chairs, were made of solid planks of wood and padded with real leather. Everything smelled slightly of disinfectant, indicating that the staff had disinfected all equipment before the final night of the event began.
Alena ran her fingers along the angled top of the kneeler beside her. Her nipples tightened as she pictured herself there, knees on padded lower rungs, torso draped over the angled top, her ass upthrust and vulnerable.
Both the kneeler and platform and whipping post were good options for punishment.
Alena exhaled slowly, and inched away so she wouldn’t be tempted to touch the kneeler again, turning her attention to the whipping post and platform. Several sets of circular metal tie-off rings were bolted to the wood at various heights. The platform base was made of heavy dark wood planks. It could easily serve as a town square whipping post or the mast of a pirate ship.
Did Alexander ever indulge in role-play? While he didn’t seem like the type, he’d surprised her several times.
But looking at the platform raised a more mundane issue.
Tonight she’d gone barefoot, even though standing for her punishment last night meant she’d woken up with her knee aching and stiff. If Alexander wanted her standing for the whole night she might have to wear her insole-equipped flats.