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)
She yelped and twitched when he hit a particularly sore spot. And each time he did, her ass clenched around the plug.
And her pussy throbbed in response to his caring cruelty.
After many long minutes he finished. Gathering her hair in a tail, he tugged gently. “Up on your elbows.”
Last time she’d done this, it had been so he could slide his cock into her mouth. This time once she’d raised her chest and shoulders, his hand moved from her hair to her dangling breasts, and he plucked her nipples.
“I had planned to play with your breasts.” Alexander punctuated the statement with a little flick of her nipple.
Alena’s pussy throbbed as he rolled her right nipple then tugged twice before releasing it to play with her other breast.
“You want to know what other dark things I imagined?” His voice had deepened, and she was no longer sure this was aftercare.
Was it another intermission?
“Are you trying to scare me off?” she asked.
“No. Not anymore. You like it when I tell you… When I describe what I’d do to you.”
And her butt cheeks throbbed and her ass clenched around the plug, still deep inside her, an ever present reminder of her submission.
He grabbed her ass and squeezed. She yelped.
“Did that hurt?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
He pinched her ass, eliciting another cry. She was mentally preparing herself for the scene to start up again when he grabbed the base of the plug and wiggled it side to side. Alena shivered and raised her hips.
“Stay. I mean stay still.” She heard the correction, and her heart clenched.
Alexander worked the plug with small tugs, then started to pull harder, forcing her body to open around the wide section.
Used and stretched as she was, it didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. And it was also arousing. Her pussy throbbed with desire even as she whimpered.
“Shhh, relax now.” He gently tugged her nipples, as if rewarding her for holding still as he withdrew the plug.
She whimpered when it slid all the way out, the whimper becoming a moan as he pressed it in again, starting up a rhythm. The thrusts were gentle, her well worked and lubed ass opening easily as the plug pressed in only to be withdrawn again.
“I’d planned to fuck your ass too. Dildos. I’d use dildos, in graduated sizes. Force your ass to open.” He wiggled the plug. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I told you I wanted to do dark things to you.”
He’d gone quiet when they first got to this room, but now he was speaking more, as he had during the climax of the scene, and with the same more casual cadences that he normally used.
It was puzzling, because the contrast was so stark. She wanted to ask him about it, to find out why he’d first claimed to prefer being “succinct” only to become a masterful dirty talker.
She wanted answers, but those weren’t the answers she was here to get.
He withdrew the plug. Her body pulsed as her ass clenched fully closed for the first time in over an hour.
Alexander slid his arm under her shoulders and help her to ease off his lap and onto the couch beside him. She hissed when her weight pressed down on her abused ass.
Alexander stood. “Lay on your back, knees bent, legs spread so I can attend to you.”
The words were formal, and she felt a pang of regret that the dirty-talking, sometimes didn’t use complete sentences Alexander was retreating back into his taciturn shell.
He took the plug to the small in-room bathroom—easily distinguished by the familiar stick people plaque on the door.
Alena started to lay back so she could spread her knees as he’d ordered, but stopped.
This was supposed to be aftercare. He shouldn’t be giving orders, he should be helping her transition away from a submissive headspace.
It didn’t feel like last night’s aftercare. Playing with her nipples, fucking her ass with the plug rather than just removing it, had blurred the line.
He’d proven last night that he was both capable of, and good at, aftercare, so this deviation wasn’t the result of ignorance.
There was one, very obvious, explanation. Alexander was as affected by their scene, was as reluctant to end this, as she was.
Good, that will make this easier.
She shook her head to get rid of that nasty thought. Rather than lay back and lewdly spread her legs, Alena grabbed one of the large pillows and propped it up against the wrought iron “arm” of the daybed couch.
She stretched out on her side, arm on the pillow, head propped in her hand. Her other arm lay resting on her hip, and the urge to slide her hand down into her panties, to stroke herself to orgasm, was squeezing her.
Alena lifted her chin, kept her hand on her thigh, and waited.
A moment later Alexander emerged. The plug was nowhere in sight, but he held a stack of linen and a small bowl.