Page 38 of Vienna Bargain

She stared at the bed, ignoring him as he once more went to the drawers, one of the ones she hadn’t been able to get into.

She imagined what it would be like to sleep on that bed beside him. Beds and sleeping made her think of their night together in his house in Vienna. The night when he hadn’t allowed her into his bedroom. That thought fortified her.

Had there been any real intimacy between them, or just good chemistry? If there had been anything more than excellent sex, then he would have showed her his bedroom, right?

Alexander rose holding a…wooden spoon.

The innocuous pervertable was so unexpected that for a moment she forgot to feel anything but surprise. A simple kitchen implement hardly seemed worthy of being kept in a locked sex toy drawer in an underground playroom.

On second glance it was a bit longer than a normal stirring implement, and glossy rather than matte, as if it had been polished or oiled.

Alena glanced at Alexander’s unreadable expression.

“Am I going to be your naughty housewife?”

“Domestic discipline fantasies?” He shook his head, but for a moment there was a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Unexpected.”

“Well, I do anticipate that my husband will put me over his lap and take a wooden spoon to my bottom if dinner isn’t ready when he gets home.” She added even more of a genteel drawl to her accent.

“Are you married?” Alexander asked.

“What?” Alena looked at him. “Of course not.”

“Don’t act offended. I know nothing about you.”

“We fucked. I wouldn’t cheat on my husband, if I had one. Which I don’t.” Alena paused to consider her words. “Unless that was part of our kink.”

Alexander sat casually on the bed, one knee pulled up on the mattress. “A wife then?”

“I wouldn’t cheat on my spouse.”

Alexander ran the spoon down her breastbone, over her stomach to her bellybutton. A shiver followed, her nipples drawing tight even as she held her breath.

The tall mattress meant that her pussy was inaccessible, a fact he seemed to be considering as he ran the very tip of the spoon back and forth along the bottom of her abdomen, almost where the hip chain had rested yesterday.

“I think I believe you.”

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“About that.” Now there was anger in his words and in the depths of his eyes. “You lied about everything else.”

“Not everything.”

“You told more lies than truth.”

“I did what I had to. Once this is…once this is over, I’ll come back and find you. Explain it all to you.”

His gaze snapped from her breasts to her face. “Once what is over?”

She should have kept her mouth shut. “Once the three weeks are done.”

“That’s not what you were referencing.”

“It was.”

“Another lie.” Alexander lifted the spoon and slapped the edge of her right breast. The crack of sound echoed against the concrete walls and a flash of pain, sweet and hot, faded before the last echo.

“When what is over?” This time his voice was calm.

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