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)
His lips twisted at the nickname as he reached for her breast. Cupping it in his palm, he massaged the firm flesh, then ran his thumb across her nipple, rubbing rough lace against soft skin. Her breathing deepened, but remained steady.
Alexander reached down into the corset, fingers sliding between lace and skin. Cupping her breast once more, he lifted it out of the corset. With his other hand he scrunched down the fabric before releasing her breast. Again there was dichotomy, one breast still in the corset, protected by material, and hidden from view. The other now exposed and lifted slightly by bunched fabric.
“I will be rough with you.” Using only his index finger he started to softly stroke the tip of her nipple. It was a feather-light touch to the very tip, but she arched up as if it were a far more forceful caress, even rising onto her toes at one point.
She was incredibly sensitive. That thought only made him want to top her more.
Her half-closed eyes opened. “You’re the Dom I need. I want.”
Being wanted was an aphrodisiac even in normal circumstance—though that was usually tempered by suspicion of ulterior motives in his case. Coming from her, here, the words made him hot.
She didn’t know who he was, how much money he had, and she wanted him. That was a first for him.
He’d also never had a submissive chase him down. Even ignoring traditional gender roles outside of BDSM, in the Orchid Club most of the dominant players were men, the submissives women.
It seemed backwards for her to do the chasing. Yet, instead of offended, he felt wanted.
Or maybe that was a justification he was using because he didn’t want to stop touching her.
Alexander bent, bringing his mouth to her nipple. He kissed it tenderly, reverently, with closed lips.
He heard her soft sigh of pleasure, sensed her body relax.
Alexander opened his mouth and licked, one long slow sweep of his tongue over her nipple. She moaned in pleasure, the sound loud in the quiet hall.
And then he bit her.
Alexander closed his teeth on the sensitive peak of her breast. She shrieked—in surprise, in pain—and her hands cupped his head, fingers winding through his hair.
Alexander lifted his head, biting down harder on her nipple as he did. Her breast rose, her tender nipple bearing the weight of her own flesh as it was trapped between his teeth.
Alena’s hands fisted in his hair and she yanked, trying to pull him away.
Alexander grabbed Alena’s wrists and slammed them against the wall beside her shoulders. The movement caused his head to shift, tugging and pulling on her nipple even more. She whimpered piteously.
“It hurts,” she panted.
Alexander released her nipple, worried she might have forgotten that she did have power to stop him. Submissives didn’t always have the presence of mind to use a safeword.
He had to be sure that she knew she was safe. Well, relatively safe.
Alena’s eyes were closed, her fingers curled loosely towards her palms. She wasn’t fighting his hold on her wrists.
Her breathing had slowed and her lips were parted, jaw and neck muscles soft. She seemed…relaxed. No, not quite that.
She seemed…quietly expectant.
There was no panic, no confusion. There was no sign of distress so great that it would cause her to forget her safeword.
She’d told him she liked to be pushed. To be forced to accept more.
“It hurts” hadn’t been a plea for him to stop.
Alexander felt a surge of need, the kind of arousal that drove people mad, that urged them to do insane things to slake their desire.
He dipped his head and opened his mouth. She whimpered, but arched her back, offering up her breast for more abuse. He rewarded her with a quick lick. This was not the place to use and abuse her the way he wanted.
Straightening once more, he released her wrists.
Alena didn’t drop her arms. She kept them up, making no move to shield herself or soothe her abused nipple. Her eyes were still closed, lips softly parted.
“Alena.”
“Yes, Sir?” She opened her eyes.
Alexander’s whole body flushed with heat, and his cock, which had been semi erect since he first got a glimpse at the woman hidden under the hood, hardened with alacrity.
The darkness inside him was awake and hungering for her. Demanding not just that he find a submissive, but that it be this submissive.
He’d walked away, and now it was clear that was a mistake. He’d thank her for coming after him once he was done making her scream in sweet agony.
He held out his hand, and she placed her fingers in his.
“You’re mine now.”
Chapter 3
Alena wondered if this was the point a normal person would have started panicking and freaking.
Alexander finished buckling the padded suspension cuff around her wrist, then picked up a twenty-centimeter length of chain with spring hooks on either end.