Page 30 of Vienna Bargain

For a moment her expression softened, her gaze sliding over each of his features. “No, you’re not.”

He released her and stepped back.

She hadn’t lowered her gaze. He could start there, demand she be more submissive and then punish her when she disobeyed.

And if he did that, he played into her plan.

Alexander smiled, then crouched and opened one of the drawers. He rarely had the opportunity to use the dungeon, and outside of this room he limited himself to toys and implements that would fit in his kit, and whatever was provided at the various Orchid Club events.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy collecting things, wonderful, wicked things that sparked the imagination. And everything he collected ended up here.

Inside the drawers were felt-lined trays stacked atop one another, everything carefully organized and displayed. It took him several minutes to find the tray of jewelry pieces he was looking for. Setting it aside, he carefully replaced the other trays, then rose, placing the jewelry collection on the bed. Alena unabashedly examined his selection.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly.

Instead of same-sized links, the plethora of chains were made out of delicate gold rods each several centimeters long, connected together with large circular links, big enough to connect small snap hooks to.

“What is it?” she asked in a rush, as if she’d held back the question as long as she could—which had been no more than a few seconds.

Alexander smiled and reached not for the tray, but for her breast. She sucked in air as he began to gently play with her, carefully rubbing his thumb across her nipple.

He added his other hand, working both breasts at once. Her fingers dug into her thighs and after a few minutes she was arching her back and moaning softly. He increased the sensations, pulling and twisting her nipples in tandem.

It might be an act. You can’t trust her.

The pleasure he felt as he played with her dimmed and he released her breasts, reaching for a small gold ring separate from the carefully laid out chains. About as big around as a pen, it wasn’t a closed circle. The ends overlapped, allowing the diameter to be adjusted by pinching it closed.

Alexander worked it onto the tip of her right nipple. Alena looked down and gasped, then hissed in pain as he gripped the very tip of her nipple with his fingertips and pulled, working the gold ring down to the base of her nipple.

He released her, checked the placement, pulled her nipple out once more, slid the ring back a hair, and then, with her nipple still extended, pinched gently. That tightened the nipple ring ever so slightly. The fit had already been snug.

He released her, and examined his handiwork. The ring provided a visual separation between the deep pink of her nipple and her paler areola. It also made her nipple stand out longer and more erect than its partner on the other breast.

Alena moaned, her back arched slightly. “I’ve…I’ve never seen ones like this before.”

He doubted that, and her lie made him harsher then a moment ago as he applied the mate to her other breast, using a bit of nail as he pulled on her nipple.

She hissed, shoulders hunched. He finished applying the second nipple ring and stepped back.

Her nipples stood out beautifully, the ring of metal glinting in the light.

He reached for the tray.

One by one he applied the bar-link chains to her body, custom fitting them to her, making them as tight or loose as it pleased him. One he draped softly around her hips as a belly chain. Another, he doubled and fastened tightly around her natural waist. A three-strand choker went around her neck, above the leather collar.

Once the jewelry collar was on, she lowered her gaze, and her hands softened on her thighs.

He was beginning to believe what she’d said—that she was a sexual submissive, or at the very least had trained as one enough so that the snug collar made her feel her submission and that in turn caused her to lower her gaze.

“Sit on your ass,” he commanded. He should have stuck with a single word. Commanding her to “sit” before had elicited a strong, angry response.

But with her body naked save the chains, her gaze lowered, he didn’t want to antagonize her. He wanted to play with her. Please her. When she shifted off her knees onto her butt, he grabbed her ankles, extending her legs in front of her, feet off the edge of the mattress.

He looped chain tightly around each ankle, at the top of her calves below her knees, and around her thighs like garters, tight enough that it wouldn’t slide. She whimpered when he did that, clearly anticipating what he would do next.

Not wanting to disappoint her, he pinched a nipple—simply because he could—then pushed. She fell back on the bed, laying flat. He hooked his hands behind her knees and jerked her towards him so her ass was nearly at the side of the bed.

He positioned her heels on the very edge of the mattress, then forced her knees apart, spreading her pretty thighs.

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