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)
She knelt in the center of a large bed in what she assumed was a guest room, given the Spartan, almost hotel-like feel. If he had a playroom, he apparently wasn’t going to use it. Given his status, and how many people probably came in and out of his home on a daily basis, it was very possible that he banked his urges and desires, letting them burn hot and bright once a month within the safety of the Orchid Club events.
He set his kit on the bench at the foot of the bed and opened it, glancing inside, then looking at her, as if considering where he would use her first.
She held back a whimper at the thought of a spanking. Their conversation had veered in an unexpected direction, and she hadn’t gotten around to telling him that she was so sore, so tender that if he spanked her, she might have to safeword out of the scene.
He smiled faintly, slender gold chains spilling from between his fingers.
“On the floor,” he commanded softly.
Moving was awkward, her sense of balance thrown off thanks to the position of her arms, but she knee-walked to the edge of the bed and then stepped off. The floor of the guest room was wood, which was easier on her knees than the stone.
She knelt with her knees spread, elbows wide, her body soft and vulnerable.
“Open your mouth.”
Tentatively she obeyed. Alexander held up a gold tweezer clamp, a chain dangling from the back end.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Alena glanced up sharply.
Alexander looked down at her with a remote expression. A merciless expression. “Tongue,” he ordered.
Alena stuck out her tongue, and whimpered when he placed the clamp on it, tightening it by adjusting the slide that banded the clamp.
“Safeword.”
“’hermun,” she mumbled.
“Good. Now stand.”
He didn’t help her to her feet, seeming to enjoy her coltish awkwardness. Every time she moved, the chain swung side to side, occasionally slapping against her breasts.
Once she was up, he spread out the rest of his selection on the bed. Five additional tweezer clamps and various lengths of gold jewelry chain with spring clasps on both ends.
He put tweezer clamps on her nipples, tight enough to make her squirm, but placed back from the tip which made the ache bearable—and also meant she could keep them on for an extended period.
He added a chain to the nipple clamps, then connected it to the chain hanging from her tongue.
When he took a knee and told her to spread her legs, Alena whimpered in both fear and anticipation. She craved pain, a sense of helplessness. He gave her both when he applied clamps to each pussy lip, adding chains that wrapped around her thighs, both ends clipped to the clamp. When she spread her legs, her labia spread too, the clamps tugging on her sensitive pussy.
He laid her back on the bed, her elbows pointed at the ceiling, the chains from the nipple and tongue clamps draped over her sternum and breasts.
He buckled leather straps around her legs, just below each knee, then attached a small spreader bar between them. He paused at her right knee, and she held her breath, wondering if he’d ask about the scar.
He hadn’t, and she’d been glad. She didn’t want to tell him another lie, even if it was a lie she told all the time. Knee replacement due to a skiing accident was unfortunate, but not horrifying the way the truth was.
She thought the spreader bar was the last piece of this particular bondage, and wondered what he was planning to do to her now that he’d hobbled both arms and legs, and clamped her nipples, tongue, and sex.
She was wrong to assume he was done.
Apparently she still had too much freedom of movement.
Alexander grabbed the spreader bar and used it to force her knees up towards her shoulder.
He took a narrow leather strap and looped it around the spreader bar, then fed the other end through the ring on the front of her collar. He buckled the strap, preventing her from straightening her legs.
She was folded in half yet spread wide, every part of her body that a Dom could want to abuse easily accessible—her breasts, sex, and ass all exposed and vulnerable.
Alena whimpered, swallowing the spit that had gathered in her mouth thanks to the clamp.
Alexander braced one hand on the bed beside her ribs, leaning over so she could see his face. “You’re helpless,” he murmured.
This time her whimper wasn’t one of pain, but of desire. Being so lewdly spread could have been embarrassing, but it also provided a sense of helplessness that was an aphrodisiac. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get away.
He was going to use and play with her, hurt her and pleasure her.
Alena opened her eyes, wishing she could talk, could tell him all the things she was feeling.