Page 33 of Vienna Bargain

Or maybe he was saying that because he wanted it to be true. He wanted there to be something between them besides the lies.

“More pleasure?” he murmured against the inner curve of her breast, his fingers still lazily sliding in and out of her pussy, not going deep enough to hit her G-spot.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I need you.”

He froze, those words slicing though him, finding a home deep inside him, and he hated himself for being so affected.

“I need you,” she said again. “Please, Sir. I need—”

He shoved off, taking a few steps back from the bed. She lay helpless and spread, and when she raised her head to look at him, her gaze was glassy with desire.

“Sir? Did I…”

Alexander reached for the zipper of his slacks. He didn’t take them off. He didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of her, and being naked was to be vulnerable. Being as naked as she was would also make them equals.

She no longer looked aloof, the untouchable queen. She looked wanton and sexy, her captivity evident in the chains digging into her skin, in the helplessness she displayed because he wanted her that way.

Alexander freed his cock from his pants, his rock-hard dick leading the way as he walked back to the bed. She dropped her head, spread her knees, and arched—as much as the bondage allowed, which wasn’t much—in apparent anticipation of his cock sliding into her body, pleasuring her even as he pleasured himself.

She was going to be disappointed.

Alexander flipped her onto her stomach, eliciting a yelp of surprise. With her heels against her ass, when he lifted her hips she had to balance on the point of her knees, her face and shoulders pressed hard against the mattress since her hands were trapped at her waist.

Alexander cupped her hips, then landed a few swats to the parts of each cheek he could reach, then the soles of her feet.

Then he wedged his thumbs along the crack of her ass and spread her cheeks open.

She tensed. “Is this how you’ll punish me?”

“And if it is?”

“Dry anal will certainly hurt.”

“You don’t get my cock,” he told her, even as he dipped his fingers into her pussy, then smeared them along the crease of her ass. “Not in your mouth, sex, or ass.”

Alexander laid his cock in the valley of her butt, squeezed the cheeks together, and started to thrust.

Alena made a noise of surprise, and tried to move, but the bondage made it impossible.

He stared down at her, the chains around her body, her pretty hair spread out over this bed where he’d had the opportunity to top so few women.

And never one who had mattered to him as much as she did.

Alexander gritted his teeth as his orgasm built, the pressure at the base of his cock excruciating. Her flesh was warm around him, not as tight as one of her orifices would have been, but enough to have him groaning as the first stream of ejaculate shot out, landing on her back and in her hair.

He kept thrusting until he was spent, until his muscles were shaky from the release.

Below him, Alena was once more uncharacteristically quiet.

Alexander retreated and tucked his cock into his pants. Alena slid her knees out from under her hips so she was flat on the bed.

Alexander undid the small hooks hobbling her wrists to the waist chain. If she could move her arms she could free herself from the rest of the bondage.

If this had been at a club, or if she’d been here as his sub, he would have done aftercare.

But his sex slave would have to take care of herself.

“I’ll set some food and water at the top of the stairs.”

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