Narrowing her eyes, she snapped, “What are you waiting for…Alex?”
Keeping his gaze on hers, Alex reached across to the table and clasped the handle of a flogger. Miya tried to hide her anxiety as he pulled his hand back and flicked the fingers of the flogger over her thigh. She flinched but was surprised it didn’t hurt like she thought it would.
“That’s it?” she asked sarcastically. “That’s all you got?”
She almost regretted her mouth at the sight of Alex’s raised eyebrow and the determined glint in his eyes.
“That was just a warm-up, angel,” he purred as he walked around her. Miya tried to glance at him over her shoulder, but his snarled command of “eyes forward, sub” had her jerking her head back quickly.
He flicked the flogger again, this time hitting her hip. The sting brought tears to her eyes, and she arched her back, trying to get away from the lash. Unfortunately, she was so tightly held in place, she couldn’t go anywhere.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the second stinging slap hit the back of her thigh. Wow, that one would leave a mark. But despite the pain, or maybe because of it, a heat unlike anything she’d felt before burned inside her.
Damn son of a bitch.
He flicked the flogger across her other hip, a little softer this time. She sighed slightly in relief as the soft flicks continued down the back of one thigh, then up the other. When he slapped her hard against the cheek of her ass, he caught her by surprise enough that she cried out.
Everyone around her snickered softly, and she clamped her lips closed, determined to not do it again.
He walked back around to the front and watched her face as though trying to read her. She swallowed and held her chin up in defiance. Cold harshness emanated from his eyes, but she didn’t miss the tiny twitch to his lips, as though he found her amusing.
Was he enjoying this? Did he like her spunk? Oh, please, God. Let him like her spunk.
“I think you need a little something else.” Alex walked over to the table, picked up a long, thick vibrator, and removed it from its wrapping. “Or maybe something not so little.”
Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare,” she snarled.
He walked back over and held the vibrator in front of her startled face. Surely he wouldn’t.
“It’s not as big as me, but…”
She swallowed at the size of the thing. Not as big as him? Just how big was he?
Alex chuckled at the look of horror that had to be all over her face. He reached between her legs, at first making her jump, but when his fingers started lightly teasing her clit, she had to bite back a moan. Oh, God, she was going to kill him for this.
He smiled almost wickedly. “So wet, I don’t believe I need any lube.”
“Alex, I swear to—”
He tugged at the clamp holding her nipple, and sharp pain made her flinch and her pussy actually clench. Good grief!
“Who?” he asked as he released the clamp, sending another jolt through her body.
She scowled at him, keeping her mouth tightly closed. She saw him try to fight a grin as he set the vibrator at her entrance. Her hips actually bucked slightly in anticipation of the toy entering her channel. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Miya’s scowl deepened even further. Right now, she hated her body for betraying her.
“I can go easy on you with this,” he murmured. “Or a hell of a lot harder. Which is it?”
She kept her mouth closed, although a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made her think she just might regret that. Unfortunately, her pride wouldn’t let her give in.
Keeping the tip of the toy just inside her opening, Alex gripped the back of her head, fisting his hands almost brutally in her hair. She opened her lips on a gasp, only to have her mouth covered with his. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, dominating. Miya wanted to moan, but held herself back. He was aggressive, almost too aggressive as the kiss deepened, making her melt inside like ice cream on a warm day.
She moaned, and the kiss softened, became sweet, sensual. His tongue lightly stroked hers, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless. Miya never wanted it to end. When he pulled away from her, she whimpered and tried to follow. The chuckles of the men around her made her blush and frown again.
“Dirty ass. You did that on—”
Alex pressed the toy into her channel, forcing it past her tight walls till the base rubbed her clit. Miya scrunched her eyes closed and clenched her mouth against the desire to moan at the feeling of fullness. She struggled to take the toy. If Alex was bigger, what would sex be like with him?
“Master Alex,” someone called from the crowd. “I would like my name on the list of Doms to play with her.”
Miya opened her eyes and stared at Alex. Would he give her to someone else? Stand back and watch while some other Dom put his hands on her? For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, just watched her.
“No,” Alex said, then walked back behind her again. “She’s mine.”
Miya would’ve breathed a sigh of relief, but the slap of the flogger against her hip made her cry out in surprise. A murmur of disappointment went through the crowd before someone shouted, their voice full of amusement, “That’s a first.”
A second whack of the flogger hit the middle of her back, just as the vibrator lodged deep inside her turned on. Miya jerked and growled low in her throat as the base of the toy hummed against her clit. “Damn you, you dirty son of a— Ow!” She screamed as the flogger flicked around her ribs to hit her burning nipple.
The beads hanging from the clamp jiggled as the leather slapped against it. The burning in her breasts grew worse, making the walls of her pussy quiver around the toy. Miya moaned, unable to fight overwhelming sensations of pleasure and pain that mingled to create something she’d never felt before.
She heard him chuckle softly behind her, and if he’d been in front of her, well…what the hell could she do really? Glare? That did nothing. Inside, every nerve, every muscle tingled with erotic heat and need. This was insane. She was insane.
The flicks of the flogger became softer, almost like a caress as they brushed over her legs, her hips, her back. Miya began to pant as each sting sent a wave of heat to her pussy she couldn’t fight. She whimpered, then clamped her lips closed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her sighs. She was too damn pissed at him.
Her body grew taut, her breasts swelled, her channel… God, her channel tightened around the toy till she thought she might explode. The swatting of the leather became harder, faster, and Miya moaned, shocked at her reaction to the pain, the pleasure, even the exhibitionism. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, the fingers of the flogger wrapped around her hip, and the edges caught the top of her clit.
Miya screamed, exploding in a ray of light so bright she couldn’t catch her breath. Every part of her body shook with the intensity of the orgasm as it slammed through her channel and landed smack in her womb.
Alex moved to stand in front of her again, his eyes devilish as he gripped the clamps. Miya, still riding the waves of her release, shook her head. Alex ignored her and removed the clamps simultaneously. She squealed as the burning pain of blood rushing back into her nipples sent her over the edge a second time.
DAMN.
IT WAS the only thing Alex could think as he watched Miya slowly ease down from her orgasm. He turned off the vibrator and reached to tug it free. Her walls clamped around it, not wanting to release it at first. When it came free, Miya moaned softly and let her head fall back.
As he stared at her, he realized he’d take her fighting spirit over a meek submissive any day.
Why the hell had he fought his feelings for her for so long? Marcone, Chris, Hayden. All of them would just have to get over it.
Inside, he saddened. What would happen if she told him she couldn’t do this?
She raised her head and stared at him, her eyes startled and confused. He cupped
her cheek and leaned in to whisper for her ears only. “It’s okay, angel. I have you.”
Wrapping one arm around her waist, he reached up to undo the right cuff. Her arm dropped weakly to her side, and she sagged against his chest. Switching arms, he undid the left one. As soon as he realized she couldn’t stand on her own, he called to Master Josh, who stood just a few feet off to the side, watching.
“Can you get her feet, please?” Alex asked.
Josh nodded and stepped forward to release her ankles from the cuffs. The second she was free, Alex bent and lifted her in his arms.
Miya rested her head on his shoulder, her face buried in his neck. She felt so right there. So perfect. He never wanted to let her go, but it had to be her decision. Her choice.
“Where are we going?” she asked, drowsy as he carried her through the club.
“To my suite,” he replied softly.
“Nice job, Master Alex,” someone said as he passed, and Alex dipped his head in thanks.
“Beautiful sub, Master Alex. You’re a lucky dog,” someone else said, and Alex again nodded in acknowledgement.
He would only be lucky if she chose to stay with him.
“Alex, I’m not sure I can…” she whispered.
“Shh, angel. You’re done for the night.”
She sighed, and he felt her body relax against him. He smiled. His little fighter had dozed off.
Chapter Fifteen
Miya stretched beneath the sheet, then winced at the soreness in her muscles. At first she couldn’t quite remember what she’d done to become so sore. Then it all came back so fast, she froze.
Had she really had an orgasm while Alex flogged her? And in front of all those people? She groaned and covered her face with her hands. How in the crap would she ever face those people again? Or Alex?
But isn’t that what he wanted her to do?
She lowered her hands and sat up, glancing around the large room. The massive bed took up the center. To her left was a bathroom and to her right, a sitting area and double French doors that now stood open, allowing the warm ocean breeze to flow through the room. Off the balcony, Miya could hear voices carrying up from below and the wide expanse of ocean just off the peach-colored sands of the beach.
Palivan was a beautiful moon, and the only thing on it was Purgatory. No wonder they called it that. Last night had felt like purgatory. Never in her life did she imagine something like that would…
Had she really come four times? She shivered as a stiff breeze blew through the room, ruffling the curtains and her hair. Where was the man who’d shredded her self-control anyway?
“Alex?” she called, but no answer.
She sighed and looked at his side of the bed. An indent creased the pillow where his head had been, and she rubbed her hand over it. He’d apparently been there at some point. She wasn’t even sure when they’d come to the room. She hardly remembered anything past that last orgasm.
She raised her hands to her breasts and winced at the soreness in her nipples. Damn sadist, she thought with a frown and dropped her hands as the pain from mashing them sent a stab of heat straight to her core. Or maybe she was the sadist. Or masochist? All she knew was thinking about last night made her want to do it all over again.
She noticed the tablet on the nightstand by her bed. She picked it up and smiled slightly at the message typed on the screen.
If you’re awake before nine, join me at the restaurant by the south pool…Alex.
She quickly glanced at the clock. It was only eight. She had time for a quick shower. A real quick one, considering she needed to give herself enough time to find the south pool.
Miya showered as fast as she could, wincing as the warm water rushed over the red marks down her hips and thighs. After climbing out of the shower, she turned so she could see them in the mirror. They weren’t bad and would fade by the time she left here.
She pulled her hair down and let it fall around her shoulders. She decided against washing it. She didn’t have time to dry it. The curls fell around her shoulders, and she smiled, satisfied with how she looked. She stepped into the bedroom and froze.
She didn’t have any clothes. She had no idea what Alex had done with the ones she’d worn last night. Even her boots were nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, crap. Now what?”
He didn’t expect her to join him nude? Did he? She frowned. What was she saying? It was Alex, after all.
Pursing her lips, she noticed one of his shirts lying across the back of the chair. He didn’t say join him naked, so she grabbed the shirt and quickly threw it on. As she buttoned it, she grinned at how it swallowed her whole. She looked ridiculous, but what else could she do?
She left the room and walked quickly down the hall. At the end, she spotted one of the cleaning staff emerging from a room farther down the hall.
“Excuse me?” she asked. “Where’s the south pool?”
“Are you, Miya?” the older man asked.
She frowned. “Yes.”
“Come with me, then. I’ll take you.”
Miya followed the older man down the stairs and out the back door of the playroom. Once outside, the warm sunshine felt good against her skin. Until they climbed into the small motorized cart, she hadn’t realized just how nervous she was at seeing Alex this morning.
Would he tell her she didn’t belong? That he didn’t like sassy subs? That she wasn’t right for him because she fought him too much?
God, did that really matter?
The driver took them through several twists and turns, through a grove of thick trees, and finally exited at the south pool. He stopped the cart and pointed to a man in a white shirt and black slacks, sitting at the far side of the patio.
The wind blew Alex’s hair, and he raised a hand to brush it back off his face before turning his attention back to the computer that sat on the table in front of him. She smiled slightly. Always working.
“Thank you,” Miya said as she climbed from the cart and walked barefoot to his table.
The concrete was hot beneath her feet, the wind warm. Couples laughed and talked all around the pool, the atmosphere so much different this morning than last night. This pool didn’t seem any different than any other resort pool. Was the sex stuff just for the playroom?
As she got close, Alex looked up. It was as though he sensed her coming. His gaze landed on her, then slid slowly down her body before coming to rest back at her face.
His lips quirked. “Nice shirt.”
“Thank you. It’s just a little something I picked up.”
His smile widened as he motioned for her to join him. She took the seat across from him. He shut his computer and set it aside so he could give her his full attention.
“When did you get up?” she asked.
“A couple of hours ago. I had work I needed to do and didn’t want to wake you. How are you this morning?” he asked softly.
His eyes searched her face, making her feel just a tad exposed. She licked her lips and shrugged as a waiter set a glass of juice and a full plate of eggs and fruit on the table in front of her.
He walked away, and Miya replied, “I’m sore. Some sadist thought he’d have a little fun at my expense.”
Alex’s lips twitched adorably. “I seem to recall a certain sub enjoying it.”
She took a bite of eggs and chewed slowly. Once she swallowed, she replied, “Maybe a little.”
She glanced over at his computer, then back to his tired eyes. How much sleep had he gotten last night? “Is there ever a day that you’re not working?” she asked.
Alex’s lips spread into a small, almost sad smile. “Lately, no. That will change though, as soon as I get these revisions finished and put into place for Bellara.”
“What revisions?”
“I’m giving the senators more control, which will take a lot of the stress off me. I’m still handling the stuff I handled when I was ambassador, plus now all the stuff for the chancellorship. I tried to
give it back to Cara, since the chancellorship was supposed to be hers to begin with, but she refused it.”
“Cara believed you would make a better one.”
Alex sighed. “Yeah, well. I love Cara, but she’s not always right in the head.”
Miya kicked him under the table, and he grinned.
“Cara is probably more right in the head than all of us,” Miya said drily. “She amazes me sometimes, especially when she puts on that poker face of hers. The second Hayden walks in the room, though, she’s all mush.”
Alex chuckled. “Hayden is definitely her weakness. Is that who told you I was here?”
Miya snickered. “It certainly wasn’t Hayden.”
Alex winced. “I can just imagine Hayden’s face if he were to catch wind of this one.”
Miya shuddered. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
She knew Hayden would be livid. Probably more so than Chris and her father. Lord, her father. What would he have to say about all this? Did he know what Alex was?
The waiter walked over and bent down, speaking softly into Alex’s ear. Alex sighed and nodded. “I’ll be right there.” He looked at Miya. “I need to take care of something. Stay here and eat, then when I get back we need to talk.”
Miya nodded, but her stomach tightened into knots. She watched him walk away and stroll across the patio to talk with two men on the other side. They glanced her way, and then Alex shook his head. They spoke a few more minutes, laughed a couple of times, then Alex headed back to their table.
What would she say to him? That despite her embarrassment and her anger at him, last night had been the most incredible of her life?
Embarrassment moved over her cheeks just thinking about it.
Alex sat in the seat across from hers. “You seem to have made quite the impression.”
She swallowed her bite of fruit. “How so?”
“That’s two more Doms who want to play with you.”
She licked her lips nervously. “And why are they asking you?”
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