Page 53 of Vienna Bargain

That only amped up her own arousal. She turned carefully, whimpering as the edge of the desk dug into her abused ass, while also shoving the hook in deeper.

Alena braced her hands behind herself, then carefully spread her legs. Her arm muscles quivered and she felt as if her whole body were vibrating, as if every part of her was buzzing with a low-flow current. One touch and she’d spark and ignite.

Alexander leaned down to taste her breasts. In comparison to the thick, restrictive ropes, his lips and tongue were soft and gentle. Pleasure zinged through her, and for a wonderful moment, as he closed his lips over her nipple and slowly drew his head back, letting the tip of her breast slide from his mouth, she thought she might come. Not just from the breast play, but from it all.

From the pain of her well spanked ass.

From the secure tension of the rope harness.

From the penetration of the hook and the burn from the ginger lube.

From the horrible, delicious threats he’d made to let others use her.

And from the intimacy of their conversation, from the way he’d revealed something about himself, even if he’d then been harsh with her.

Alexander kissed her stomach, ran his tongue around her belly button as he dropped to his knees.

He knelt in front of her, his lips tantalizingly close to her sex. Alena held her breath. She wanted to beg him to lick her clit, to fuck her with his tongue, fingers, cock.

She was not ashamed to beg. This aroused, this deep into a submission that was almost self-destructive, there was no room for shame.

She held her breath, and her tongue, because she didn’t want to be the one in control. Didn’t want him to touch her because she’d asked for it.

Alexander took a handkerchief from his pocket. With two fingers he massaged her labia, then spread the lips apart, revealing her clit. He wiped her clit with the handkerchief, until she was no longer slick with her own arousal, and the fabric abraded the sensitive skin.

Alena whimpered softly.

“Do you know what is coming?” He set the handkerchief aside. “I’m going to abuse your clit.” While still holding her labia spread, he grabbed the tub of lube with his other hand, thumbing off the top.

She bit her lip to hold back her whimpers of fear and anticipation.

“If you hide your screams, I will torture your clit until you let them out.”

Her breathing was uneven and patchy, that slow current of pleasure ramping up so that it felt as if every nerve ending were alive.

Alexander spread ginger lube over her clit. For a moment nothing happened, and she could enjoy the pleasure of his fingers on her as he continued to work the lube around her skin.

Then it started to burn.

Alena hissed, back arching. That hiss became a high thin cry of pleasure-laced pain. Her clit felt like it was on fire, and as he continued to play with it, each pass of his finger made the burn worse.

“No,” he commanded. “Hold still.”

She hadn’t even realized she been trying to get away until he spoke. And she obeyed. She tried to obey. Her leg muscles trembled, her ass ached, her breasts throbbed.

But all that was a mere shadow in comparison to the hot, white pleasure-pain at her clit.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his face inches from her pussy. “You’re beautiful when I hurt you.”

She came. She wasn’t sure if it was his words that pushed her over the edge or if it was just the build up of his relentless stimulation. Alena screamed, her body arching, thighs trembling. Her ass clenched around the hook. Her pussy pulsed, and the emptiness there was maddening.

And he kept his finger on her clit, kept rubbing softly, that softness completely at odds with the burn from the ginger.

The first orgasm ripped through her, and within seconds her already alert nerve endings became painfully sensitive.

But he didn’t stop.

“I can’t, can’t,” she sobbed.

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