Page 47 of Vienna Bargain

“I didn’t.” He raised his hands and spanked her nipples with his fingers.

Alena whimpered. “Please don’t, please, please.”

“Don’t want your tits slapped?”

“No. I mean yes. Normally. But I’m too sore.”

If she’d expected him to feel bad when she admitted she was sore she was doomed to disappointment.

“Manners.”

“I’m sorry, Master Alexander.”

“I like the way you say my name, especially with Master in front of it.” That detachment she’d seen in him earlier was gone, replaced by the same hot dominance that had been there when he spanked her, but this time the focus was pleasure, not pain.

“Vibrator on your clit.”

“If I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from coming.”

“You don’t have permission to come.”

“If you’re playing with my nipples and there’s a vibrator, I won’t be able to stop myself.” Her words were slightly desperate.

“Put the vibrator on your clit.”

She shifted the toy the half inch it needed to press down on her clit. The vibrator buzzed, but the sound was drowned out by her hiss of pleasure. When she would have arched up he dropped one arm to wrap around her waist, holding her down while his other hand tweaked her nipples one after the other in rapid succession.

It was the sum of the parts, rather than any one element, that pushed her over the edge. The vibrator at her clit helped, but it was his heavy breathing against her neck, the feel of his strong arm around her, the residual pain in both her breasts and ass as well as his toying with her nipples, that made her come.

“Alexander, I—” Too late she started to obey his command. Her left hand curled into a fist in his hair, and it felt good to hold onto a piece of him. The orgasm was on her, in her. Filling her and draining her at the same time.

He pressed his face into her neck, rolled her right nipple, and held her as she came in his arms.

Alena was quiet at the peak, her whole body tensed and focused as her pussy clenched rhythmically, trying to squeeze down on a cock that wasn’t there.

When the first crest subsided Alena slumped, releasing his hair, letting the vibrator drop from her trembling fingers.

Alexander was still breathing heavily against her neck, and his cock was twitching against her ass. He returned to rolling and pulling on her nipples, and that was enough to prolong the tail of her orgasm, to have her making soft noises of pleasure and rocking her hips forward and back—ignoring the way it pressed her bruised ass against his hard cock—as he played with her.

With a last shudder, Alena went limp. He kept playing with her nipples, and the contact was almost painful thanks to her post-orgasm sensitivity. She knew better than to protest. Her Master would play with her until he wanted to stop, not until she was done.

He’s not your master.

“You came without permission,” Alexander murmured in her ear. “Time to take you upstairs to be punished.”

Chapter 10

Alena turned the armchair towards the window so she could soak up the sunlight, then took a seat. She remembered why that was a bad idea a second after her ass touched the cushion.

With a hiss she popped up. Damn it, she wasn’t going to be able to sit without discomfort for several days, at least.

With nothing but a wooden spoon he’d inflicted more physical pain than she remembered from a time, early in her exploration of the BDSM scene, that she’d had a sadistick—a gold standard for sadists and masochists alike—used on her ass.

Alexander came up behind her, his hand sliding up her back over her neck, over the collar, and into her hair. “Forget?”

“Maybe I did it on purpose.”

“Accepting you’re a masochist?”

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