Page 45 of Vienna Bargain

…or what that would cause her to feel.

Alena carefully slid onto his lap, her ass settling into the hollow his legs made so most of her ass wasn’t actually making contact with anything, her bodyweight on her thighs and hands, which she’d braced on his knees.

He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and pulled her back, her body now reclined against him, shoulders against his chest. She could feel the smooth fabric of his shirt. When she adjusted her hips, sliding deeper into the cradle of his body, she felt the hiss of air as he exhaled.

There was a very large, hot bulge pressing into her. Alena shifted forward, then back, rocking her hips and ass into him. It hurt, but she felt his reaction as she stimulated his cock and that was more important than the pain.

He was breathing heavy, and there was intense intimacy in the way she felt his words rumbling through his chest into her back.

“Spread your legs.”

Alena gingerly obeyed, shoulders pressing firmly into his chest as she adjusted her position.

“Wider. More.”

Alexander had his head to one side of her own, his lips hovering near her right ear. When he spoke she shivered, and her nipples were so tight and hard they ached.

“Beautiful,” he murmured in German, apparently taking in the view of her breasts as he looked over her shoulder. He said a few more things, things she was too distracted by anticipation—and the occasional twinges of pain from her abused ass—for her to translate.

“Raise your left hand.”

She obeyed instantly. Alexander grabbed her wrist and brought her hand back, pressing her palm against his silky hair.

He rested his chin on her right shoulder and then…

Then he handed her the vibrator.

Alena examined it, somewhat stupefied by surprise. She’d hadn’t dared hope that the vibrator meant she was going to get to orgasm. Instead she’d assumed he’d put the vibrator in her ass, which would be pleasurable but not orgasm inducing.

As she stared at the toy she now held, Alexander reached around and twisted the base. It started to hum in her hand, the buzz pale in comparison to her favorite toy tucked safely in a drawer back home in her condo in Chicago.

Alexander twisted the dial as she held the shaft, turning it onto its highest setting.

“Touch your clit with it,” he said. “Until I tell you to stop.”

“And may I come, Master Alexander?”

“Not without permission.”

“Are you going to make me stop every time I’m about to orgasm?”

“Yes.” She could feel him smile against her hair, and that did more to calm her than anything else could have.

“And if I don’t stop in time?”

“I suggest you don’t find out.” There was a threat in those words, and for the first time she wondered how deep the well of his sadism was.

The night they’d met he’d tried to walk away from her because he thought he was too much, too dark for her. If the beating she’d just received was a taste of that darkness…

…then she wanted more.

“And if I want to?”

He released the dial of the vibrator, leaving her holding it, cupped her breast. His other hand came around her left side and took hold of that breast.

The index finger and thumb of each hand gently grasped her nipples.

Pleasure muted all other thoughts.

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