BreakMeIn
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She pushed up and away then moved around the saw, removing the points at which the chains had secured him to the wood. The metal clinked to the floor with a hard thud as she released it.
He may not have played this game before, but he recognized a few signs. Surely she didn’t intend to set him free and actually give him what he wanted. He reminded himself to be patient and wait. His groin ached like nothing he’d ever experienced because he wanted her on so many different levels.
Every part of him hurt, but he knew Elena was the relief.
She moved away after freeing him, putting a few feet between them as she turned. Her back was to him, the sweep of her nape exposing strong shoulders. The beauty of her creamy, ivory skin drew him in and momentarily allowed him to forget about his discomfort. Her back was smooth and perfect, the valley of her spine drawing his eyes down to the swell of her delightful ass.
The very same one he would kill to sink his teeth into.
She glanced over her shoulder, wiggling her hips. He watched as she bent forward, exposing the tantalizing strip of flesh he’d had his mouth on earlier and his dick buried inside moments ago.
His want for her hadn’t lessened any.
He feared it never would.
She glanced over her shoulder as she spread her legs wide and wrapped her hands around her ankles. “Don’t make me regret freeing you.”
With a low growl he moved forward, closing the distance between them with a few proficient strides. He reminded himself to keep things under control. She may have thought she was going to be the calm, cool, collected Elena again, but he was more than willing to show her just how hard he was willing to work to push her over the edge.
The glistening lips of her cunt beckoned to him. He knew she was soaking wet, ready for him to simply take. He enjoyed keeping her on her toes as much as she enjoyed manipulating him. He placed a hand on her hip, holding her steady as he loosely wrapped his hand around his erection. Using his thumb he dragged the tip of his dick through her heat.
Her hitched sigh drifted up, brushing against his skin like a warm summer breeze. He continued spreading her folds, enjoying the feel of her slickness pressing against him. Her muscles flexed under his palm and he dragged out his movements. He would love to tease her further, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last after already being lofted on this pleasure plane for so long.
While she’d certainly taught him about control even he knew he had a breaking point. He was determined to feel her come around him however, and for that he would hold back for as long as it took.
His hips pushed forward and he watched as the soft, flushed folds of her cunt accepted him. Euphoria rippled through him, resonating bone-deep as he slid inside her.
Once he was fully seated he gripped her hips, holding her in place so neither of them moved. The intimate connection between them was something he’d come to crave with Elena. A beacon of light down the long tunnel he’d been traveling through.
He pulled away slowly, holding her hips in place while he withdrew. Light flashed in his vision as their skins slid together. He slipped out completely, loving the idea of plunging fully into her over and over.
Head down, gritting his teeth, he powered into her, their flesh slapping together wetly. Skin heated from the earlier bath was now slicked with sweat from his frantic efforts to please her.
He felt a telling tingle at the base of his balls, rapidly surging up through his erection before he could stop it. He slammed hard against her, grinding his hips against her ass. Familiar with the demands of his body he knew he wouldn’t be able to have what he ultimately wanted.
She wasn’t going to give up her own release.
Frustrated, he wrenched out of her, took himself in hand and began fucking his fist. Within a few strokes, the orgasm burst through him as quick as a bolt of sizzling lightning.
He growled as he tipped over the edge alone.
Emotions swirled chaotically through him as he started to come down from his high. She’d broken him down into exactly what she’d promised. This kind of raw vulnerability scared him to his core. After his marriage he’d fallen apart in so many pieces he’d felt as though he’d never measure up as a man to anyone. He’d thought he would never feel any sort of emotions for anyone. But here, his body burning with a fire he’d never experienced before, he knew the truth.
Knew he’d finally succumbed.
Elena had broken him down and built him up again, showing him he truly was everything he’d ever wanted to be in the past few months together. She’d played him over the past hour and he’d fallen hook, line and sinker with his eyes wide open. And he finally knew, deep down into the furthest reaches of his broken soul—she was his Mistress.
He accepted her full sexual domination over him.
In fact he realized he didn’t just accept it—he basked in it.
Bowing his head, a weight lifted from his chest and shoulders as he bent to press a soft kiss to the center of her lower back. “I am yours, Mistress.”
As his statement echoed through the large room he began taking slow and measured breaths and felt the heaviness from his soul lift. He was a new man. A changed man.
And damn it all to hell, didn’t he just want to kneel before her.
Giving in to his instinct, he held his hands behind his back and slowly lowered his still-trembling body to his knees. The concrete pressing against his shins was unforgiving and he welcomed the uncomfortable sensation. It reminded him he always needed to be ready for anything. He would walk through the fire of a thousand suns if it meant he could give her pleasure.
Just so he could experience it with her.
He was struck with sudden inspiration. He knew how to please her. Knew how he wanted to please himself. He kept his eyes lower, his hands resting lightly against his thighs. “Mistress. May I worship you as you deserve?”
She tugged on his hair, angled his head so their gazes met. “You finally understand, don’t you?” He nodded as much as her grip would allow. Her hold loosened, pushing his hair away as she caressed the side of his face. “You may worship me, Alexander.”
Leaning forward on his hands he pressed his mouth gently to the side of her knee. A quiet sigh brushed against the heated skin of his back, cooling the burning sensation of overworked muscles. Her thigh, toned and tight, flexed against his lips as he traveled higher.
They both sighed as his mouth pressed against her mound, as his tongue flicked out and brushed against her hard clitoris. A sign she was still excited. Hungry for more, he wrapped his hand around her thigh, placing her leg over his shoulder as his tongue bathed the hard nub.
Her hands cradled the back of his head, holding him in place as she started to rock her hips. He surrendered to her, letting her use his mouth as she saw fit. As she placed him exactly where she wanted him to be.
She tasted exquisite.
She rode his mouth, pulling away for a few seconds only to press against him again as she extended her pleasure even more. He didn’t think life could be any sweeter than this.
“Let me help you, Mistress.” His fingers worked the soaking-wet folds. As soon as she gave him the affirmative, he plunged two fingers inside her heat.
“More.” The husky quality of her voice spiraled through him. “Yes.”
Happy to oblige he added another finger as he withdrew and stroked up inside her. She accepted the addition easily. He increased his pace slowly and steadily, adding yet another finger as she grew even wetter.
“Yes. That’s it.”
She panted above him as he continued to drive into her, her body pistoning down to help guide him with just how fast and rough she wanted it. The inner walls surrounding his fingers clenched tighter and tighter, a sign she was ready to burst. Leaning forward he slowly scraped his tongue along her hard clit, and her body jerked against him.
She threw back her head and wailed, a tight scream of pleasure that surged through him, wrapping about the base of his cock
so he was instantly hard despite the power of the orgasm he’d give himself just moments ago.
He could think of nothing but being inside her. Having her. Owning her as much as she now owned him. But he stayed in place, on his knees, waiting for her command. He would wait for as long as she decided.
Even if she denied him completely.
He would wait and be content with the knowledge she always had his best interests in mind even if he didn’t always understand.
She lowered her leg, breaking contact with him. He mourned the loss, but continued to wait. She rewarded his service a moment later by caressing his jaw, scraping her finger over his lips. “Such a perfect sub. So very much mine.”
“I will always be yours, Mistress.”
“Such pretty words. I wish they were true.” She paused, sighing. “Such obedient service should be rewarded, however, and there is only one thing I want from you right now.”
“Anything.”
“Fuck your Mistress, Alexander.”
Released from invisible bindings, he surged to his feet, spun her around and plunged inside her before either of them could take their next breath. Her pussy fluttered around his shaft, the spasms of her release still working through her. He jerked her body against his, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts as he started to drive into her, her body pressed against his as he fucked into her.
She met each thrust with equal fervor, slamming against his body as she accepted each and every thing he had to offer her. His mouth closed over her shoulder, his teeth biting tightly into her skin as he drove into her. She cried out, bending forward slightly as she rocked against him.
Her cunt closed around him, a tight fist he continued to plunge into as though relief would never arrive. Without warning she orgasmed around him and the sensation of finally feeling her intense pleasure sent him plummeting over the edge. They fell, screaming and bucking as they rode their releases together.
His legs gave out, his muscles overworked and limp.
He brought her down with him so they became a tangled pile of sweaty, satisfied limbs. Even though his lungs burned from lack of oxygen as he struggled for breath he already wanted to be inside her again.
And again.
And again until they were both sated and so overwhelmed with desire they couldn’t think coherently. He had a sinking feeling, despite the intense connection they’d just made, the moment would never come. He knew she was still holding something back from him, but he didn’t know what he needed to poke to get her to admit as much.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed a kiss to her hipbone, feeling her pulse beating rapidly against her skin. “Can I hold you?”
“Aftercare is supposed to be the other way around.” Her fingers brushed through his sweat-soaked hair as he lifted his face to look at her. Pure, unadulterated satisfaction greeted him. Her cheeks were tinted pink, her lips flushed red and her eyes were bright as the released endorphins continued to course through her system.
Damn, he loved that look on her.
On his Mistress.
He couldn’t wait to see her look this way again.
“I know. I just…need to hold you in my arms for a few minutes.”
His arms closed around her body, pulling her tightly against him as he pressed another kiss to her hip. Content more than ever before in his life, he slid up her body and fit her head under his chin. He smiled in the dark as she pressed her lips to his collarbone.
“Hold me for as long as you like, Alexander.”
Chapter Sixteen
Alex woke just as a blast ripped through the night.
He had a second to remember where he was before he was lifted into the air by the powerful force. The stars overhead spun, adding to his confusion as to why he wasn’t lying in bed beside Elena. He landed with a jarring thud, the fierce impact stealing his breath and making his lungs burn.
He hauled in a breath.
Another.
A third as he fought the panic weighing his chest.
As oxygen finally filtered through his lungs he realized there was a heavy plank of wood resting against his body, which made it even more difficult to breathe. Sirens filled the cold night air as he pushed a pile of debris away. Pieces of lighter debris floated on the air, slowly raining down like a ticker-tape parade. While he didn’t know what the hell was going on, he knew there wasn’t cause for celebration. He swiped at his watering eyes, willing them to clear so he could see as he stood.
The sirens drew closer, but the knowledge help was on the way did nothing to loosen the knot of dread in his chest. Something terrible has just happened and he had no idea what the hell it was.
As he stepped forward, he slipped on something, his bare foot connecting with asphalt. The street. He was in the middle of the street. Pieces of wood littered the area around him.
It was like a war zone.
Holy shit, what the hell had happened?
He remembered closing the shop, being frustrated and so tired all he wanted to do was fall asleep as soon as he managed to get near a bed. He remembered fighting with Vivian.
Taking a bath with…
Oh my god.
Where Sanctuary had once stood was now a gaping hole. The buildings on either side of the large warehouse were on fire. The blaze lit the winter-night sky, highlighting the remains of the beloved structure.
All he could think of was Elena.
Where in the hell was she? A quick scan of his surroundings showed nothing but destruction.
Shit.
“Elena!” Alex sprinted forward, barely registering the cuts and bruises as he ran barefoot through the wreckage.
“Sir!”
He ignored the voices barking through the darkness at him. There was only one voice he wanted to hear. “Elena! Answer me.” He hefted a pile of wood, scowling when he found nothing but blackened concrete underneath.
“Sir! I need you to come with me. You’re bleeding.”
“I don’t care.” He tried to shake off the hand against his shoulder. “I have to find her.” He turned, ready to unleash his fury on whomever was keeping him from his task. An EMT stood beside him, the lines of concern on his face highlighted by the orange glow piercing the night.
“Sir. Let us do our job. The faster you cooperate, the faster we can focus on finding other survivors.”
Survivors. If there even were any. No. He couldn’t think that way. Wouldn’t. He hadn’t worked so hard to make amends with his loved ones only to have them stolen from him so viciously.
He’d survived.
So would they.
“Focus on the building, damn it. I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding and you’re not wearing any clothes.”
“I don’t care.” He jerked his arm away, roaring at the man. “Find Elena and find her now.”
“At least take a blanket.” Convinced the man wouldn’t go do his job until he complied, Alex snatched it away from the EMT’s hand, throwing it over his shoulder. “Was there anyone else in the building?”
A sudden, sick thought stilled him. No. No, this couldn’t be happening to him. “Patrick.”
The EMT grabbed his arm. “Was there someone else?”
He needed to think clearly. Answer calmly and rationally. Panic had no place here even though he desperately wanted to give in to the sensation. “Sorry. My brother and his wife live on the second floor. She’s pregnant. I don’t…I don’t know if they were here. They weren’t supposed to be but…I don’t know. I just don’t know.” Patrick had mentioned something about staying at the house Allison had purchased when she’d moved to town. It seemed better suited to set up a nursery there than in the loft over the warehouse.
“We’ll find them.”
Though he was confident in the competency and skill of Gatlin Falls’ emergency workers he couldn’t just stand there. As he wrapped the blanket around his hips he surveyed the devastation.
Everything was in ruins.
An extra pair of hands couldn’t hurt.
Striding forward he arrowed in on one area where there was no emergency personnel. A tall pile of twisted metal reached up into the fire-lit night sky. He faltered as he reached the rubble, a slender, pale foot peeking through the wreckage.
He dove for the pile. The weight seemed to taunt him, laughing in the face of his rising panic.
You can’t have her.
With a loud shout, he pulled hard, listening to the loud cracking and groaning as the pile shifted. Screaming for help, he tried not to pay attention to the words playing over and over in his head. The ones trying to convince him these efforts were futile because all he would find under the metal was Elena’s dead body.
A fireman appeared at his side with a saw and he backed out of the way as sparks started to fly. He wanted nothing more than to rip the tool out of the man’s hand and do the work himself, but he knew he needed to exercise patience.
More workers appeared, helping him support the beams so they wouldn’t shift further as everyone worked to remove the heavy pile. A sense of triumph surged through him as the metal finally gave way with a loud groan.
The triumph quickly faded as his gaze landed on Elena’s limp form. He started to step forward to pull her into his arms to make it all better, but a strong pair of familiar arms wrapped around his back and pulled him out of the way.
He rounded on the person, ready to unleash his fury.
Patrick.
Rescue workers began shouting orders between one another, yelling for medical supplies and a stretcher. He resisted as Patrick tried to pull him away from the scene.
“No.”
“Let them help her, Alex. There’s nothing you can do for her right now.”
“She needs to know I’m here. I need to be there for her.”