Page 44 of Vienna Bargain

Palm up. He wanted her submissive right now. Well, as his BDSM slave she was, by definition always submissive to him. His to do whatever he wanted to and with.

If he’d done this back at the club she would have said it was a signal that his ministrations weren’t aftercare, but merely a pause in the scene.

She licked her lips and tried not to let his gentle touches weaken her defenses, battered though they might be.

Of course it wasn’t aftercare, because BDSM slaves didn’t receive aftercare. Actually, she had no idea if that was true. Maybe leaving her the way he had yesterday had just been a dick move on his part, not appropriate even with a BDSM slave.

Her stomach clenched as a fresh rush of emotion, some new, some familiar, flooded through her. Tenderness mixed with anger and fear, longing with hard, biting arousal.

He removed the ankle cuffs and wiped the skin there too, the only sound the soft rasp of the towels on her skin and the occasional squeak of bed springs as he shifted his weight.

When he set the towel aside she waited, wondering what would happen next. He’d mentioned going upstairs, but what did that mean? Had what had just happened changed something for him? Or perhaps he would bring her upstairs like this, wearing a collar and with her ass red from a beating, only to do something even more dark and wicked to her.

He didn’t move, seemed to be so lost in thought that he might be drowning.

“I knew you were a sadist,” she said quietly. “You told me.”

He didn’t look at her. She wasn’t even sure he’d heard her.

Alena started to prop herself up on her elbows. As she did she flipped her hands over, palms down on the bed.

Alexander adjusted his weight. “I didn’t give you permission to move.”

Alena exhaled and slowly lay back, her heart suddenly pounding even as her pussy pulsed at his dominant tone.

He reached for her knees, then forced her legs open with a sudden sharp shove.

Alena froze, her legs bent, knees spread wide, her pussy totally exposed.

Alexander leaned down and opened one of the under bed drawers. He rummaged for a moment, then sat up, holding a small black vibrator, the kind of simple straight-sided plastic one that could be found in any sex store, no matter how seedy.

Alexander twisted the base, and she heard it buzz for a moment. He paused, looking at her. “You’re smiling.”

“Because you have a vibrator.”

“You think I’m going to pleasure you?”

She knew a trap when she heard it. “If doing so would please you, Master Alexander.”

“The things. Things that would, uh.” Pause. “Things that would please me would…”

He stopped, gaze on the far wall.

“I don’t care if you have a stutter,” she said softly. “Take as long as you need to say whatever it is you want to say.”

“I don’t have a stutter.” His gaze snapped to her face. “Sit up.”

Damn it. He’d been about to use the vibrator on her sex and she’d fucked up the moment. Alena sat up quickly, having momentarily forgotten about her abused backside and had to stop, gasping.

Alexander toed off his shoes then climbed onto the bed. Sitting near the head of the bed he propped himself against the metal headboard, then folded his legs.

“Come here.”

Alena rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to him, pausing when her fingers were close enough to brush the fabric of his trousers.

“Sit here.” He pointed to his lap.

It was rare that Alena couldn’t figure out what was going to happen next, especially in something like a BDSM scene. But she could no longer predict what Alexander was going to do…

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