Page 41 of Vienna Bargain

Alexander grunted when she didn’t obey. A second later he was unchaining her arms, though he left the cuffs on. When he forced her facedown over the foot of the bed, leaving her ankles shackled the bedposts, the relief from the pain in her shoulders was a kind of pleasure.

She felt an entirely different kind of pleasure when he brought her wrists together at the small of her back and connected the cuffs. It was the pleasure of being secure, of being in bondage.

His palms were cool against her hot, aching ass, but that relief was erased by pain as he squeezed. She dug her face into the bed, felt the saliva sliding out of her open mouth to dampen the sheet.

“You will obey me,” he said coldly. “Because you agreed to be my slave. Not my partner. Not my sub. My plaything.”

He sounded so cold that her heart hurt. And yet…

“I hope your pussy is wet. You’re going to wear a plug in this tight ass, and the only lube you get is whatever’s in your cunt.”

The words were cold and hard, as was the plug as he pushed it into the valley of her sex, twisting it around and letting the very tip enter her vagina.

Then he forced her ass cheeks open and the tip of the plug wiggled against her sphincter. He wasn’t brutal, but neither was he gentle. The plug breached her, opened her ass, and kept pushing in, relentless and hard. Her pussy had been wet, and it was enough lubrication, barely, to keep the sodomy from hurting.

She arched her hips as the plug opened her wider and wider. He didn’t say anything—no words of encouragement, no murmured reminders as to how she could ease the penetration. Alena panted wetly and pushed back against the plug, as if she were trying to expel it.

The widest part forced its way in, and then her body closed around the neck.

Alena shivered as she felt the weight and size of the plug. It was heavy enough she thought it might be glass. If she’d been standing up she probably wouldn’t have been able to keep it in, but lying like this it was slightly easier.

Alexander came around to the side of the bed and bent so he could look at her.

He didn’t say anything. No questions, no orders.

They stared at one another for a long moment.

Then, to her horror, he turned and walked out of the dungeon, pulling the door closed behind himself, and leaving her bound, gagged, plugged…

…and all alone.

Chapter 9

Alena panicked.

She thrashed, trying to wriggle her wrists free of the cuffs and jerking her ankles up as if she could snap the chains.

Alena felt sorry for herself.

Damn it, she didn’t deserve this. She’d hurt Alexander, and that made her a shitty person, but did this punishment fit that crime?

Alena got pissed.

The minute she was free she was going to slap the shit out of him, cuff him to the bed, then she was going to go upstairs and call Interpol. The look on her handsome, quiet billionaire’s face when he was arrested…

All that took ten minutes—an emotionally charged ten minutes, but it was no longer than that.

She was about to move on to plotting revenge when Alena thought back over what had just happened. A realization that had come to her—and subsequently been wiped away by what he was doing—resurfaced.

If I asked you now, would you tell me everything?

He asked that, and the answer was yes. She would have. And the fact that he’d asked made her think that he knew it too.

So why had he gagged her, literally stopping her from saying anything?

Alena’s thoughts crystalized and sharpened, and she felt more herself than she had since he left her in here yesterday.

She quickly ran through possibilities, but kept coming back to a very interesting conclusion.

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