Page 50 of Vienna Bargain

“Going to beg… Going to beg me not to? Arms up.” This time he didn’t hide the slight stammer as he had to stop and restart his sentence. Alexander slid the doubled length of black nylon rope around her chest, above her breasts, feeding the ends back through the loop.

That answered her question. He knew rope bondage.

“Of course not, Master Alexander,” she purred, all stupid bravado. “I’m your sex slave. You get to do whatever you want to me.”

The rope went between her breasts, then around her ribs.

“Perhaps I’ll take you onto the balcony,” Alexander said in a cold voice. “Tie you face down over a table, legs spread, and invite the guards to come fuck you.”

Alena’s stomach lurched. The reality of that would be horrific, but hearing him threaten it was deeply arousing.

As long as she thought of it as a game, it was fine.

“If that’s what you want to do, Master Alexander.”

He tightened the rope as he made another loop around her ribs, below her breasts. “No, I won’t reward you by letting you have a cock in your cunt.”

More rope, each pass carefully placed and positioned.

“I’ll put you on your knees with a spreader gag in your mouth. They’ll fuck your face instead.”

This time tears threatened, so she tipped her head back to stop them from falling. “If that’s what you want to do with me, Master Alexander, then I am, of course, your obedient slave.”

He tweaked her nipples, casual pinches, then fed the tail end of the rope under the bands of rope, drawing them together at the outside edge of one breast.

“Or maybe I’ll put a hood on you and tie you to the banister of the stairs. In the front hall.” He added a vertical band to the outside of the other breast, then pulled both tight, compressing the bands so they squeezed her breasts from above and below. “If they can’t see your face, can’t see you crying, people will feel more free to abuse your naked body.”

She almost broke then, almost gave in and started screaming in horror. Her hands, which she’d placed on top of her head, were curled so hard against her scalp that she felt her nails leave crescent marks. No, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d scared her.

And aroused her, because once again she was buffeted by opposing gales of horror and need.

“Would you watch?” Her voice was shaky, enough so that she felt his hands still on the ropes. She cleared her throat. “Would you jerk your dick as you watched strangers finger me, suck my nipples, maybe play with my ass?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said softly.

A game. It was just a game.

Alexander finished tightening the rope breast harness, then drew the tails up and over her shoulders, one on each side of her neck.

Already she could feel her breasts heating and swelling at the slight restriction of blood flow.

Alexander turned her towards his desk. “Walk.”

Alena balked, refusing to move. “I’m not a dog.”

“You will be if I want it.”

The amusement in his tone made her see red. “Fuck you, Alexander.”

He slapped her ass, startling a scream out of her. She reached back and covered her butt with her hands.

“Hands down.” He slapped her hands, then yanked them away and spanked her again.

Damn it, that hurt.

With one hand holding the ends of the ropes in place between her shoulder blades he couldn’t force both of her hands away, and the spanks hurt too damn much for her to passively, submissively, accept it. Alena wiggled and danced to the side, yelping, her hands covering her butt as quickly as he shoved them away.

Another few spanks as she desperately tried to protect her abused ass.

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