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)
That meant it was in her best interests to give a bad blowjob, therefore prolonging her time with the vibrator. Not only was the idea of purposefully displeasing him abhorrent in her current deeply submissive state, she was sure if she did do something to prevent his orgasm, such as “accidentally” using teeth, she would no doubt earn another punishment.
Alexander thrust in, his cock filling her mouth, his hands cupping her head.
“You would run if you knew what I wanted to do to you,” he growled.
His cock hit the back of her throat, and this time she swallowed around the head. He groaned in response, which emboldened her to do it again.
“I would take you, keep you,” he panted. His words were rushed, spoken in lust and with none of the precision of his normal speaking patterns. “Naked, always ready to be used. Fucked. By me. By me, and by others. Anyone I wanted, they’d fuck you while I watched.”
He quiet man was no longer quiet.
The ball hummed against her clit, her ass clenched around the plug, and if she hadn’t had his cock in her mouth to focus on, she would have closed her eyes, gone limp, and let the orgasm take her.
“And if you displeased me I’d lock— I’d lock you in a cage. Put weights… I’d put weights on your nipples. Clit.”
It was now a race to see which would make her come first, the vibe or his words.
“I’d make you wear a collar. I’d solder it closed, so you could never take it off. While I worked, you’d sit on my desk, ass plugged, and I’d play with you, never letting you come.”
The vibe buzzed against her clit, his cock hit the back of her throat, while her imagination painted a lurid picture of sitting naked on his desk, clamps on her nipples, his fingers casually toying with her pussy while he worked.
The pieces came together, the stimulation both physical and mental.
Every muscle in her body drew tight and the orgasm rolled through her. Toes curled, ass clenching hard around the plug, the vibe relentless and precise.
Frantic with pleasure, she grabbed his cock with one hand, holding him still, but with the tip of his dick at the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, throat muscles tightening around the sensitive head as she did.
Alexander muttered guttural words she didn’t understand in German, and she felt his cock twitch as he released.
The vibrator, still buzzing, shocked her overstimulated body into a second blistering orgasm.
Alexander withdrew from her mouth, and the instant he was clear, Alena clenched her teeth and rode this second wave of now sharp-edged pleasure until she collapsed, her tensed muscles relaxing, her upper body once more flat against the bench, arms dangling.
The vibe didn’t stop—that lying bastard—and she whimpered, the stimulation too acute to be pleasure anymore. Her ass clenched rhythmically around the plug, an ever-present reminder that he had power over her.
Alexander’s hand stroked her hair back from her face, then he rubbed his thumb across her lips. Alena obediently opened her mouth.
He touched her bottom lip, then stepped back. A moment later his fingers were at her pussy. She cried out softly when he pressed the vibe harder against the root and hood of her clit.
The buzzing stopped, and then he removed the vibe. A moment later the straps around her legs were released. She was free of the bondage, but didn’t move.
She could pretend it was due to exhaustion, and that wouldn’t be a lie.
But the truth was that she remained still because he hadn’t given her permission to move. In this moment she felt submissive in a way she never had before. A relaxed, exhausted peace akin to the endorphin high she’d gotten from running a marathon. She wasn’t inexperienced in BDSM, but she realized now her past experiences weren’t in the same league as what she’d just endured.
Alexander brought out something in her she hadn’t realized needed to be free.
Why him? Why here?
Was it the environment of the Orchid Club that elevated the play, the clandestine nature and sense of abandon?
No. That didn’t feel right. She knew it wouldn’t have been this good, this intense if it were anyone but Alexander topping her.
That brought her back to why him. Maybe it was their chemistry, maybe it was because she was a more complex person now than she had been when she first explored the lifestyle.
Alexander kneaded her thighs in his big hands before helping her maneuver her legs off the supports. Then he grabbed her shoulders, easing her up so she was standing. When she wobbled, legs stiff, he pulled her against his chest. He smelled good. The t-shirt was soft under her cheek, his leathers smooth and warm against her legs.
“Come with me,” he said simply.
Ass still plugged, naked except for the g-string, which was soaked, Alena walked with Alexander out of the dungeon.