I looked deep into his eyes. I saw a yearning that I could no longer deny him of. This is what he needed.
“I’m yours,” I said.
A slow and satisfied smile spread over his features, before turning into something darker and full of promise.
“I’m going to be hard on you, angel. You will be completely at my mercy. You don’t need to be concerned about my limits anymore. Tonight will be about learning your own. I won’t stop unless you use your safe word.”
I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me.
Will I enjoy what he does to me? Or will he push me too far?
“What happens if I use my safe word?” I asked hesitantly.
“Don’t sound as if that’s something you should be ashamed of. You have a safe word for a reason, and I will stop if it’s used. Repeat it to me so I know that you’ll call on it if needed.”
“Sapphire.”
“Good girl,” he appreciated. “Without that word, neither one of us will know how high we can go. You need to let go and trust yourself. But more importantly, you need to trust me. Now, go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. I want you kneeling on the floor in the submissive position.”
He released his grip on my hair and took a step back. Without hesitation, I hurried to the bedroom, my heated pulse hammering through my veins.
I was wildly aroused, almost to the point of being dizzy. Now that I had openly agreed, the idea of exploring was unexpectedly exhilarating. My little devil friend was back and he was rocking out to Madonna’s “Erotica” on my shoulder. I wanted to do this more than anything.
As I quickly undressed, I began to wonder about the limits in which he would push me to. I was slightly apprehensive because I didn’t want to chicken out and disappoint him. However, I shook off the worry almost immediately. He had already shown me so many things that I never thought that I’d be open to. I felt confident that Alexander was the master of giving both pain and pleasure. I might not know what my limits were, but I knew that he would find the balance.
I had already assumed the proper position when he came into the room. He was shirtless and carrying two glasses of wine. He raked his eyes over me, and I saw the desire in them flash hot.
He stepped up to me and placed a glass at my lips.
“Drink,” he told me.
I parted my lips so that he could tip some of the crisp white wine into my mouth. When he pulled the glass away, a small amount dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. I ran my tongue over my lips to catch it.
He set the glasses on the dresser, and then turned back to grasp my chin in his hand. He tilted my face up towards his.
“Do that again,” he told me.
“Do what?”
“Your tongue. Run your tongue over your lips and look into my eyes when you do it.” I felt somewhat foolish, but did as instructed. My eyes locked on his. The carnal need that I saw in them sent a rush of heat between my legs, as I slowly slid my tongue over my bottom lip.
He groaned and pulled me to my feet.
“God, what you fucking do to me,” he growled and crushed his mouth to mine.
I moaned against his mouth, my body moving against his as the kiss deepened. Alexander cupped the back of my neck with his hand and gripped firmly as he pressed his hard body along my entire length. My hand ran over the span of his broad chest, digging into the muscles as I searched for his sensitive nipples with my fingertips.
He gave a sharp slap to my bare behind.
“Slow, angel. You're too greedy.”
He abandoned my lips, leaving a trail of fire down my neck. I tilted my head down and nipped at his ear. Satisfaction filled me when I sensed the shiver that ran through his body after my teeth dug into his lobe.
Alexander ran his hands up and down my sides, past my breasts without making any real contact. He was torturing me on purpose. I released a moan of frustration. I pressed my body to his, brushing my taut nipples against his chest. I needed to feel his hot skin against mine. I clung tight, trying to will him with my mind to quicken his pace, but he would have none of it.
“Take off my pants, Krystina. Slowly.”
Moving back to my knees, I positioned myself in front of him. I could see his erection prominent beneath his pants. On impulse, I leaned forward and pressed my face against the bulge of material. He hissed in surprise and I smiled with satisfaction.
He said slowly. Two can play at this game.
Using my teeth, I deliberately bit down, exerting enough pressure to make him tremble. He hissed again and pulled away.
“I said to take off my pants! I never gave another direction. You need to follow my instructions.”
“My apologies,” I lied. I wasn’t sorry at all. I suppressed a grin, knowing that I’d likely be chastised again for being disobedient.
I looked up at him only to find that his eyes were narrow with suspicion.
“You’re a terrible liar. Get up.”
“I thought you wanted me to take off –.”
“Get up!”
I scrambled to my feet at his command. He took hold of my arm and ushered me over to the corner of the bedroom. He grabbed the edge of the settee and spun it around.
Oh, crap. The spanking horse.
Before I could even process what was about to happen, I found myself bent over the horse, watching as Alexander secured leather cuffs to my wrists. Locking me in place, he stood up and ran his hand lightly over the line of my jaw. He disappeared from my line of sight and I felt leather straps circle my ankles. Spreading my legs apart, he secured them to the posts on the bench.
Stretched over the bench, with my ass high in the air, I was completely vulnerable. I tugged lightly at the restraints, but found that there was no give. I was rendered immobile and helpless to his whim.
I could hear Alexander moving about the room, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I heard the jingling of keys, then a door opening and closing.
The toy closet.
Music suddenly filled my ears. It started off quiet, but Alexander increased the volume until it was bordering on loud. The electric pulses from the music mixed with the singer’s soul searching lyrics reeked havoc on my senses and sent my desire into overdrive. It made me desperate for whatever it was he planned to do to me.
The soft feel of leather trailed down the middle of my back. I immediately recognized it as the flogger. A chill raced down my spine in anticipation, wanting to feel the fiery sensation of the leather against my skin.
Alexander leaned down and whispered into my ear.
“I’m going to mark your skin. And I mean it when I say that. It won’t be like the last time. I will raise welts that you will feel tomorrow and be reminded of how they got there,” he said in a husky voice. “Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I told him and nodded my consent. For some strange reason, I had little concern over what he said he was going to do. A part of me knew that he only needed me to acknowledge the intensity of what was to come.
His hand slid over my backside, massaging my cheeks before slipping down between my legs. I gasped when he came in contact with my opening. He slid his fingers around the rim, spreading the moisture over the folds to my tingling clit.
“Oh, angel. I love that you’re always ready for me.”
He pinched and held the pulsing nub between his fingers. I quivered with need, as the painful ache grew until I was desperate for release. I tried to push against him but was prevented by the restraints. I was right there, already so close to the threshold of amazing bliss.
Just as the familiar build up began, he pulled his hand away.
“Ah!” I cried out in frustration.
“Not yet. I want you on edge while I flog you. I’m going to make you mindless. Your ass will burn. You’ll be begging for relief, desperate for the release that only I can give you. But even then, I won’t let you come,” he said. His hand slid over my backside and pushed against my puckered rear hole. “I
won’t let you come until I’ve taken you in a place that no other man has been before.”
I couldn’t even form a coherent response. His words were like silk in my ears, clouding the reality around me. His statement brought my arousal to a new height, the darkness of his promise an aphrodisiac like no other.
I sucked in a sharp breath as a loud snap of leather jolted me back to awareness. It didn’t fall on my flesh, but was just made to let me know that the first blow was coming. I braced myself for the first lash of fire.
CRACK!
Pain blew over my skin like a rushing inferno and I jumped, unable to stop my reaction to the first blow. I waited for the next, knowing that the pain would eventually move to an incredible and pleasurable height. The second one came, but in a different place from the last. I breathed through the burn until it passed. On the third blow, a different kind of burn began to overtake me, one that pulsed and throbbed in my core.
He continued to pepper my backside, one lash after another. After every other whip of the leather, he would reach down and massage by burning clit until I was wild with desperation. I craved the orgasm that was so near, and I didn’t think that I could take much more of his torment.
“Alex, please!” I shamelessly begged.
He didn’t give in, but stayed relentless with his assault.
“You will not come until I let you,” he reminded me.
He picked up his speed, each blow coming closer and harder than the last. Everything started to get hazy and a feeling of euphoria settled over me. It was as if time ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was holding onto the pleasure within the pain.
All at once, he stopped. His palms glided softly over the curvature of my ass, a sharp contrast to the previous sensations.
“Your ass is beautifully red from my marks. It looks fucking magnificent,” he murmured. His voice was thick and heavy with desire. I closed my eyes and tried to envision what he was seeing.
He pressed a kiss to one cheek and then the other, the tender action almost worshipful as he spread them a part. I vaguely heard a click sound before being shocked by a cool liquid sliding down my crack. When he began to smear it over the entrance to my seam, probing against the tight hole, I was instantly ripped out of my clouded state and jolted back to reality.
Lube.
When he mentioned taking me where no man had ever been before, I thought that he was speaking metaphorically. I didn’t think that he would actually do it.
“Alex, wait –.”
“Shh. Trust yourself, Krystina. You can do this.”
Oh, yeah sure. I can do this. No sweat.
I rolled my eyes, thinking that I just may be out of my damn mind. Tonight was supposed to be about finding my limits, and I was hard pressed to think of a truer test. I lay there, all but dangling helpless, very conflicted over whether or not I should use my safe word.
The music changed to a more edgy tune, the female singer’s voice chillingly raw, as Alexander continued to lubricate my backside. Every so often, he would reach through my tender folds to massage my swollen clit. I moaned every time he did it, as I was still dying for the release that I had been deprived of for what seemed like eons. His deft fingers moved up, over, and in, stretching and preparing me for his invasion.
When I felt his erection press against me, I tensed.
“Relax. If you don’t, this will hurt. I don’t want to hurt you, angel.”
Moment of truth, Cole. Safe word or no safe word?
He reached around under my belly and moved his fingers over my pulsing nub, exerting just enough pressure to get me closer to the edge that I so desperately wanted to fall over. Taking advantage of my distraction, he pushed himself forward, nudging against my tight ring. My body protested the slight penetration, but he persisted. I gasped when he finally broke through, the painful intrusion overriding any magic that he was working on my clit.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed. “Don’t hold your breath. The pain will pass if you relax your body. Allow yourself to embrace the sensation.”
I did what he told me to do and took a few deep breaths. Alexander didn’t move, but ran his hands up and down my back to help relax me further. Eventually, the tension began to dissipate and he pushed forward once more. Inch by inch, he made his way in, stretching me impossibly wide.
With one final thrust, he was all the way in. I cried out and tried to move away instinctively, but the bonds held me firmly in place. Alexander stilled his body and waited for me to adjust to his massive girth, yet never once ceased the stroking motion of his fingers on my clit.
“I’m going to move now, angel. Are you ready?”
I was panting and gasping for breath, trying to absorb the foreign sensation that was both painful and pleasurable. It was an odd sort of feeling and I didn’t know which one out weighed the other.
“I’m ready,” I whispered, trying to keep my body relaxed.
He pulled back ever so slightly, and I was shocked to discover that I wanted him to stay put. It was as if his backwards motion left a vacancy that I needed to have filled. Just as I was about to moan a complaint, Alexander thrust forward once again.
“Fuck, Krystina,” he said in a rasping tone. “You’re sucking me in like a greedy fist.”
A dark and edgy sensation began to creep through my veins, propelling me back into the state of euphoria that I was in before as he continued to drive forward. Deep and hard, he savagely thrust into me. He said that he was going to go hard and that he would show me no mercy. He promised to push me to my limits, and that’s exactly what he was doing. Alexander was showing me what it meant to be truly dominated.
This was a demonstration of his power – forceful and utterly alpha. I was helpless to his every desire, yet I relished the vulnerable state that he put me in. He was giving me a taste of his complete domination, and I was like an addict. I would never get enough of his power and control. It would forever be like a drug, calling to the deepest and darkest parts of my soul.
I was close to the breaking point, my orgasm just within my reach. The room began to blur around me. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“Alex, I’m too close!” I cried out.
He slowed his pace and leaned down so that his torso was pressed against my back. He smoothed away the hair that had fallen over my face.
“I want you to come, angel. You’ve earned it.”
Returning to a standing position, he reared back before slamming into me. He brought his hand back to my clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. Over and over again, he pumped his hips forward, the power of his possession overwhelming. But just as I thought it would be too much, pleasure rocketed through me, up and over until it exploded like a firework. I shook uncontrollably, buzzing from a high that I had never before experienced.
CHAPTER 19
I gave her a moment to come down before pulling out. She gasped in shock as I stepped away.
I hear you, baby. I could have stayed in there all night.
I crouched down to remove the restraints at her ankles, and then moved around to the front to unfasten the cuffs at her wrists. She didn’t budge, but continued to lay there relaxed and sated. I coaxed her into a standing position, but she was as flaccid as a wilting flower.
“Come on, angel. I haven’t finished with you yet,” I said and scooped her up into my arms. I brought her to the bed and lay her down on top on the black satin comforter. “I’m just going to get cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”
She mumbled something incomprehensible and I chuckled to myself as I made my way to the master bathroom. For the first time, Krystina had truly given me her full submission. And it was a beautiful thing. Given fully and irrevocably, it was something to be cherished. She deserved nothing more than to be worshipped for the rest of the night.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was curled up on her side with her head resting on her hands. I climbed onto the bed next to her and her eye
s fluttered open.
“Round two?” she lazily asked.
“Oh, angel. We’re still only on round one,” I said with a wink. “Roll onto your stomach.”
She eyed me suspiciously for a minute, but did what I asked without question. I smiled to myself.
I love it when she obeys.
I popped open the cap for the aloe that I had brought in from the bathroom and squirted some into my palm. Taking my time, I massaged the cooling gel over the welts that covered her ass.
“That feels nice,” she murmured. I rubbed my hands around the globes, over her hips, and down her legs, marveling over the sheer perfection of her body.
She’s exquisite.
Once I was satisfied that she was feeling more soothed from the aloe, I turned her onto her right side, knowing that she wouldn’t be comfortable laying on her backside for a while yet.
“Spread your legs for me, angel. I’ve been dying to taste you. I want your come all over my tongue.”
Almost immediately, I heard her breathing increase. Her response was like an electric shock straight to my groin. Before the night was over, I planned to taste every inch of her delectable skin. No part of her would be left unexplored.
I positioned my head between her legs, taking a moment to appreciate the sheen of moisture glistening on her delicate folds. Unable to resist, I brought a finger up to graze her clit before tracing the line of her small opening.
She was dripping with desire, so wet and so moist. She was ready and I could have taken her right then, but I wanted to take my time with her. She had been so generous and so willing to push her boundaries, that she deserved more than a minute or two of spoiling.
I continued to stroke and prod until she began to tremble.
“Alex…”
Her plea sounded desperate as her body began to tighten. I smiled and grazed the inside of her thighs with my teeth, before inhaling deeply to take in her scent. I parted her lips and blew softly over her clit. I flicked my tongue over it, satisfied by her immediate intake of breath.
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