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.
Alexander slid his thumb into her partially open mouth. With the clamp preventing her teeth from closing, she had no way to stop him.
His thumb explored the inside of her cheek, her teeth. Then he rubbed his wet finger over her clamped nipples.
Wet made her nipples cold, and that only added to the sweet aching pain from the clamps.
Alexander disappeared for a moment, but when he came back, he was holding a square footstool. He set it down at the side of the bed, then grabbed her hips, pulling her ass to the very edge of the bed.
Once he sat, he would have an up-close view and uninhibited access to her pussy and ass.
Before he took a seat, Alexander held up something for her to see. It looked like a plain black pen.
She shifted her attention to him and raised a brow.
“The tip,” was all he said.
There was a lewd joke she could have made had she been able to talk. Since that wasn’t an option, she looked at the pen more carefully. The tip was solid black, and seemed to be made of molded plastic, with no hint of a hole for ink to come through.
It was a stylus pen. What was he…
This time when she looked at him, it was with wide eyes, and she started to shake her head, or at least as much as she was able to.
Alexander grinned and sat on the stool. Cool air washed over her inner labia and clit—he was blowing on her pussy. Then his fingers spread her open even more, so her clit was totally vulnerable and exposed.
Then he ran the stylus over her clit. It felt sharp, and she screamed, both in protest and in reaction to the nerve-jangling sensation.
It wasn’t really sharp. She knew that, intellectually.
Again the tip of the stylus ran over her clit, along the edge of the hood. Her thigh muscles trembled in reaction.
The feeling was so acute and novel that she couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it. This was wicked torment of her most intimate flesh. Pleasure that veered toward pain. Pain that was almost pleasure.
He flicked the tip of her clit with his thumb, then starting drawing a spiral on her clit with the stylus. As the spiral circled around her clit, her legs began shaking, and her stomach clenched. Her hairline was damp with sweat, her nipples and tongue ached, and…
And she hoped this moment went on forever.
* * *
“Keep your knees spread.”
“Leave my poor clit alone,” Alena panted.
“No. I’ll play with you as long as I want. In any way I want.”
His hand slid between her thighs, his chest brushing her back. When his fingers dipped into her pussy, finding the pool of wetness, he swirled it up and around her clit, which was hypersensitive after the torment of the stylus.
Or maybe it was hypersensitive because in the hours they’d been playing he had yet to let her come. The devious bastard always pulled back, stopped touching her, just before the orgasm would have claimed her.
After tormenting her pussy with the stylus, he’d worked her ass with anal beads, pairing that with a gentle hand spanking of her pussy.
Then the bastard had yanked the clamps off and made her suck his cock while her nipples and labia throbbed, her sore tongue working the underside of his cock.
And now she was on her knees on the bed, black leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, with short chains connecting right wrist to right ankle, and the same for her left limbs. Simple bondage that nonetheless prevented her from getting off her knees. He’d joined her on the bed, his chest to her back, his hand between her legs and she’d hoped he was almost done tormenting her.
That hope had proven vain.
His finger swirled around her clit, and then he was gone. Fabric rustled and she turned her head, listening.
“Are you getting naked, Sir?”
“Yes.”
“Can I please take the blindfold off?”
The blindfold had been the last piece he’d added to this bondage arrangement.
“No.”
“Please, Sir. I want to see you naked.”
“And I want to keep you blindfolded.” The bed dipped behind her, and then his hands were on her arms, holding her still. “Helpless.”
He leaned in and she sucked in air when she felt the tip of his cock nudge her lower back. His chest brushed her shoulders and he was most definitely naked.
She leaned back, wiggl
ing her hips so the tip of his cock rubbed across the top of her ass.
“No,” he commanded.
“Damn it.”
“Frustrated?”
“Who me? Not at all.”
“No lying.” He smack her pussy once. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“You don’t sound sorry. You sound frustrated.”
“I am frustrated.”
“I want to hear you beg.” He grabbed her breasts, pulling her back against his chest, his cock pressed between their bodies.
She would do anything, say anything, to have that cock inside her.
“I need to come,” she moaned. “I need to come with your cock in me, your hands on me. I need a release from all this before I go insane.”
His lips feathered along the side of her neck, and then he bit her shoulder. “Only pleasure, no more pain?” His words were muffled against her skin.
“More. More of anything, everything. Please, Sir.”
He released her, and when he moved away, her back felt cold after the heat of his body. “Sir? I’m sorry. What—”
“Don’t be sorry.” He removed the blindfold.
She blinked rapidly, her eyes taking a second to focus. And when she did focus, when she saw where he was, she had to suppress a yelp of delight.
Alexander was stretched out on his back in the middle of the bed, gloriously naked. His erect cock was sheathed in a pale condom.
“You may ride my cock. If you do a good job, I’ll play with your clit until you come.”
Alena lifted her arms—well tried to. The cuffs prevented her from raising her hands above her waist. She jiggled, making the chains clank.
He grinned. “No, your majesty, the cuffs stay on.” He raised his arms and folded them, putting his palms under his head.
“Yes, Sir.” The words were polite, even if her tone wasn’t.
Alena awkwardly shuffled towards him on her knees. Without her hands to brace herself, throwing one leg over his hips was going to be a trick. Her first attempt nearly ended with her knee crushing his balls, so Alexander grabbed her leg and helped her get in position, so she was seated astride his thighs.
Alena looked down at where his cock was nestled against her lower abdomen.
His smile had given way to an intense expression, and when she rose up and inched forward, centering her pussy over his cock, his jaw clenched.
Alena moaned as the fat head of his cock bumped her clit. She tilted her hips and his cock slid along the valley of her pussy, until it rested at the entrance to her vagina.
She stayed still, savoring the moment, watching his neck muscles which, like his jaw, were tight with tension.
If she hadn’t been so desperately aroused, so helplessly in need of his cock inside her, she would have tormented him, trying to pay back even a small fraction of what he’d made her feel.
But she couldn’t wait.
Alena sank down onto his cock. They groaned in unison. She felt each inch of him enter her, his cock filling her. She wiggled when he was fully seated, her pelvis grinding against his.
“I should have put a plug in your ass,” Alexander said softly.
“It’s better this way. I’m not distracted from the feeling of your cock in me, Sir.”
Alena rose up on her knees until the tip was the only part of him still inside her. She adjusted the angle of her hips and sank down. This time his cock hit her g-spot and Alena moaned low and long as a small wave of pleasure washed through her.
“Naughty, your majesty.” His words held a warning.
She smiled down at him. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I didn’t give you permission to use my cock to make yourself come. Focus on pleasing me.”
Alena rose up, slid down, rose up again. “I read an article once, written by a man, that female penetration orgasms were a myth.”
“Hearing you talk about other men makes me want to paddle your ass.”
Alena found her rhythm, rising up then sinking down in a motion that wasn’t perfectly straight up and down, but more of a circle. Her thigh muscles started to tremble, and she worried she wouldn’t be able to keep this up.
When Alexander splayed his fingers on her lower belly, his thumb wiggling between the lips of her sex and dancing over her clit, Alena knew she needed to make him come, fast, because she wasn’t going to be able to hold back her own orgasm with his finger on her swollen, wet clit.
Abandoning the slow rise and fall, she sank all the way down and then started to rock forward and back, his cock sliding in and out only a few inches as she shifted forward and back.
His thumb was relentless on her clit, moving in soft, rhythmic circles.
Her belly muscles were tight, her breathing fast. The ache from her abused nipples added to the pleasure, as did the sight of him gloriously naked under her. She wanted to run her hands over his impressive pecs, to taste his flat nipples, and test the muscles of his arms with her teeth.
The orgasm swelled, sudden and inescapable. Alena arched her back, fingers wrapped around the chains binding ankle to wrist as a wave of pleasure crested and broke, pleasure flooding through her, powerful and elemental.
Alexander grabbed her hips, guiding her movements on his cock, which only prolonged her orgasm as he fucked into her pulsing body.
Then he groaned, head pressing back into the pillow, jaw clenched and fingers digging into her hips.
When the last wave of pleasure subsided, Alena collapsed forward on his chest.
They stayed like that, both panting, his cock buried inside her until it softened enough to slide out.
Alena fought back tears. Her time being his submissive was over. And now she had a job to do. When she started to sit up, Alexander wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
She let the tears fall, and hoped he wouldn’t notice a little bit of extra moisture on his already sweat-slicked chest.
Chapter 12
“Alexander? I’m sorry, but…”
He knew what she needed, and knew it was past time for him to let her go.
He kissed the top of her head one more time, then slid her off his chest and onto the bed beside him. He quickly released each cuff, and watched as she rolled her wrists. He checked her ankles, making sure she didn’t have any marks other than some pinkness due to the skin being warmer than the rest of her naked flesh.
Alena sat up, legs curled to one side. It reminded him of the way she’d looked that first night, sitting on the floor with the red cloak hiding all but her legs. Now there was nothing to hide her. She was completely, gloriously naked.
“You need to get some sleep?” Alexander said softly.
“If it was a longer flight, or a night flight…” She sighed and shook her head.
“You’re welcome to sleep here.” He tapped the bed.
“Is this your room?”
“No, a guest room.”
“Oh. I…I think I’ll stay in the room downstairs. My suitcase is there.”
She didn’t look at him. Was she insulted he’d offered her his guest room instead of offering to share his bed? Alexander hadn’t shared his bed with a woman since he’d taken over as CEO. He didn’t let people get that close, and with a house so large it could serve as a boutique hotel, it was easy to have women spend the night without involving the intimacy of sleeping together.
But if that’s what she wanted, if that was what would make her stay…
Alena slid off the bed, and padded naked towards the door. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Alexander could take a hint. He jumped out of bed and followed her, pausing to quickly dispose of the condom and pull his pants back on. By the time he made it to the main room, she had her panties back on and was fastening her bra. He watched her struggle for a moment then brushed her fingers away, hooking the last closure for her.
She picked up her dress and shimmied into it. He watched her ass as she wiggled
. Once the dress was on, he grabbed the zipper, sliding it up.
Dressed but barefoot, she turned to look at him.
There were suddenly a million things he wanted to say, starting with “don’t leave yet” and finishing with the cliched but true “you make me feel something I’ve never felt before.”
She touched his cheek. “My quiet man.”
He leaned his face into her hand. Doing it felt so right, as if he were slipping into something he’d done a thousand times before, but he’d never felt the urge to lean into a woman’s hand.
Only Alena’s.
“Alexander.” The hand on his cheek slid down to his chest. She patted him, and he knew she was about to pull away.
“Alena, wait.”
She glanced up, brows raised in question.
“There’s one thing we haven’t done.”
She smiled. “I’ve wanted to do it all night.”
“I’m sorry I waited.”
She rose up on her toes, he bent his head, and their lips brushed together. They paused, feeling and tasting one another’s breath.
Then his needs—to taste her, claim her, possess her, and punish her—surged up inside him.
Alexander cupped the back of her head. His tongue swiped over her lips, then inside her mouth when she yielded. She sucked his tongue, which made his cock twitch in his pants. Three nights wasn’t enough. He needed more.
That thought was both alarming and invigorating. A wholly unfamiliar desire to simply be near her, to sit beside her on the couch with a glass of wine, to take her out to dinner just to watch her enjoy herself, was hammering at him.
Alena broke the kiss, gently pushing him away with the hand still on his chest. They looked at one another. Her face was pinched with regret. He hoped it was regret that she was leaving, and not that she regretted the kiss.
He wanted to say so damned many things. He wanted to invite her to dinner, to offer her a place in his bed, or to go down and sleep beside her so that when she got up to leave for the airport he’d be right there, able to steal one last kiss.
He had too many things he wanted to say, but he knew better than to speak when there was this much going on inside his head.
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