Page 55 of Vienna Bargain

Alexander cupped her ass and staggered back away from the desk. She whimpered a little and pressed her head against his.

“I know, baby…” He carried her to the couch and sat. She tucked her legs alongside his thighs, rising up so her ass wasn’t resting on his knees.

She shivered and pressed her forehead to his. “It still burns, you diabolical man.” Instead of challenging and regal, the words were quiet and affectionate.

“Wait…Wait, I have. I prepared for…” He was stammering like an idiot.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I like you all hot and flustered.” She ran her hand down the front of his shirt to his crotch and his world stopped when she squeezed his cock.

“Stop that,” he commanded. This time she didn’t comply.

Doing his best to ignore how amazing her hand felt, and how much better it would be when he’d taken off his pants, he dug in his pocket for the stash of alcohol wipes he had there.

He ripped one open, wrapped the small piece of material around the tip of his index finger and then rubbed it over her clit.

Alena yelped, arching back and reaching down to try and shove his hand away.

“That burns.”

“But it will remove the lube.”

The sadist in him wasn’t completely satiated, because he enjoyed watching her wiggle and whimper as he cleaned her clit.

Her eyes were closed, her back arched, which meant she was in the perfect position for him to take out the anal hook.

He could have left it in, but if he was going to make love to her he wanted nothing but skin.

Don’t do it, you stupid fuck!

Ignoring the voice, he grasped the anal hook and pushed down. Alena curled her fingers into his shirt, the ropes around her breasts pulling tighter, raising them higher on her chest wall. The pretty things were pink and looked tender. The urge to bite her was nearly overwhelming.

He felt the resistance as the ball hit the muscled ring of her anus. She was tight, tense, so he gave in to his urge and nipped her breast. That startled her enough that with a hard pull he was able to yank the anal hook all the way out.

He used a second alcohol wipe on her ass, then made quick work of the ropes by pulling a folding knife from his pocket and cutting through them where they passed between her breasts.

They fell away, tumbling onto the carpet along with the hook.

Gently, he ran the flat of the knife over her breast, watching gooseflesh appear in its wake. “I should take you back downstairs, tie you to the bed, and jerk off on your breasts.”

Alena stilled, then slowly raised her hands, cupping his face. “Alexander, please.”

Alexander. It wasn’t the first time today she’d called him by his given name, but this time it wasn’t an anger-fueled slip of the tongue. He looked up, met her gaze.

If he did this, if he—

She bent and kissed him.

Alexander flung the knife away and wrapped his arms around her.

Alena’s fingers went to his shirt. She managed to get the first two undone and then she just started pulling. Alexander grabbed it from behind and jerked the damned thing up and off.

They both moaned when she leaned into him, her breasts brushing his chest.

“Pants, pants, take them off,” she breathed, hopping off the couch.

Alexander undid his belt and slacks, braced his shoulders to lift his ass then shoved everything down to his knees. The instant his ass hit the cushion, Alena was back on the couch, astride him. His cock was rock hard and ready.

She was naked except for that stupid, ugly collar, but he wasn’t going to mess around with getting it off just now. It was just a piece of leather and a few bits of metal. What mattered was how her fingertips glided up the underside of his cock. The way she looked deep into his eyes as she rubbed the head of his dick up and down the valley of her sex, coating it in her body’s creamy wetness.

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