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)
He didn’t.
Now the spanking began to alternate between cheeks, continuing until the surface burning sank in, becoming a warm, deep ache that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. When he spanked a particularly sensitive spot, she cried out and wiggled, her ass clenching around the neck of the plug.
She’d grown so used to the sound of his hand slapping her ass that when he stopped, she was shocked by the loss of the familiar sound as much as by the lack of sweet sting.
In the sudden silence her heavy breathing—punctuated by the occasional soft moan of pain—seemed loud.
Alexander toyed with the plug, wiggling it side to side, applying gentle pressure. As he worked it, the sensitive nerve endings there were stimulated, turning the residual ache from the very thorough spanking into an agreeable, if not fully pleasurable, sensation.
He patted her butt twice. Signaling the end of the spanking?
She should have known he wasn’t done with her.
Instead he grabbed the base of the plug, pulling on it enough to force her anus to expand. Then he held it there, her muscle clenching in a vain effort to either expel or draw in the plug once more.
But Alexander didn’t allow that. He maintained control, shifting with her, only relenting, pushing the plug deep into her once more, after her ass and thigh muscles started to tremble.
Alena waited for him to say something, but her quiet man was precisely that—quiet.
He did offer her some comfort, some praise, though not with words. Instead he massaged her thighs and calves—his spanking hand noticeably hotter than the other.
As he rubbed and kneaded her thighs, his fingers passed within inches of her pussy. Each time they were close she held her breath, hoping he’d touch her. Hoping he give her some relief from the throbbing need.
He never did.
The massage ended, and she was now frustrated and antsy, disappointment that he hadn’t played with her pussy making her restless.
When Alexander positioned himself on her right, she looked back in time to see him raise his left hand. Their gazes met, held, as he brought his palm down on her ass.
Alena wailed even as she submissively dropped her forehead against the leather.
Toying with the plug and the massage had just been an intermission in the most intense spanking of her life.
After the first cry, she stayed silent while he rained down quick, stinging blows. She still twitched when a particularly effective spank landed, but with her ass already throbbing, the new stings were much quicker to morph into heat.
And that sweet burn of pain became pure pleasure.
A Dom had once asked her if she’d enjoyed a spanking. Enjoy wasn’t the right word, because it wasn’t about enjoyment. It was about control and need.
She needed this, and he needed to do it. A symbiotic relationship that looked unhealthy to those who didn’t understand it.
Time passed differently for her now that she was enshrined in the warmth of his control. When Alexander finished the spanking, she almost objected, almost asked for more.
He didn’t stop touching her, and that was enough to keep her calm and quiet. His warm palm rubbed over her ass, down her thighs, then back up, over the curve of her butt to her lower back.
“Well done,” an unfamiliar voice said.
Alena opened her eyes enough to see that they’d attracted an audience.
“Her skin shows the spanking well,” another voice added.
Alexander ignored the onlookers as he went back to his kit. Alena watched him through heavy lidded eyes. She was both exhausted and hyperaware. Her pussy, barely covered by the g-string, felt swollen and hot. She wanted, no, needed, someone, something, to stimulate her clit the way someone dying in the desert needed water.
Yet the spanking had been so masterfully good that if he ended the scene now she wouldn’t object, because though she was still aroused, his utter dominance had satisfied the taboo need to be mastered that was the root of her submission.
Alexander pulled something out of his kit, and this time she wasn’t able to see what it was before he was back at her ass.
She whimpered, terrified that he’d grabbed a flogger or crop, that he wasn’t done abusing her ass.
She whimpered again, because she wanted him to keep going, wanted him to push her, punish her.
But it wasn’t her ass he touched. He pulled on the g-string once more, running his finger down the inside of the narrow band of fabric until the back of his finger brushed her pussy.
Alena’s eyes popped open and she held her breath. He rubbed her slick folds, which were parted due to her widespread thighs. His knuckle grazed her clit and that one brief touch was enough to make her cry out.
Alena started to fight the bondage, desperate to press back against him, to take his finger inside her. She wanted to rub her cunt against the laces of his leathers until she came from the friction.