Page 109 of Heart of Stone

CHAPTER 30

SNAP!

The crack of the flogger hit my behind, a violent shock to my system, and I cried out. It hurt like hell, and it was unexpected. My natural instincts compelled me to yell out my safeword. Pure stubbornness ended up being the only driving force that stopped me from doing just that. There was no way that I would forfeit that quickly. However, as much as the sting hurt, the pain was fleeting. Now I only felt a slight tingle on my backside.

He ran the ends of the flogger up my back, causing a shiver of goose bumps to spread all over me. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that there wasn’t more to this.

I can handle this.

I barely had time to process the thought, when another blow from the flogger came across my behind. This time it was harder, but in a different place. Fire spread over my ass. That one had hurt more. A lot more.

“Feel the burn, angel. Embrace it while you focus your attention on the weight of the nipple clamps.”

I did as he said, and this time when the strap hit me, I felt an entirely new sensation. My nipples hardened, straining through the clamps. They ached, but in a good way. A moan escaped my lips, rather than the cry of shock like the previous two times I had felt the bite of the leather.

A fourth crack of the flogger. I didn’t even feel the sting this time around, my mind too focused on my breasts that were aching for attention.

Another lash, and then another, never in the same place twice. Eventually, an unbearable throbbing had begun between my legs. I wanted him now, in the worst way. I ached for him to give me some sort of release. I squirmed a little, hoping the friction would alleviate this longing to be touched.

As if he sensed my need, he reached his hand under me, softly rubbing his fingers through my folds. He teased small circles around my clit, exerting just the right amount of pressure to ease my ache, but not enough for a full release.

“Oh, baby…your drenched,” he said, his voice low and husky. He placed feather light kisses over my reddened backside, before he began to work me over again, one lash after another. “You like this, don’t you?”

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, until I floated into a dream-like state, completely detached from reality. I sluggishly processed his words.

“No – yes, I do,” I breathed out, confused by desperation. “Alex…just…make me come. Please!” It came out like a broken sob, giving a voice to how much I was truly suffering.

I needed it. I needed him.

Please. Now.

“I’ll get you there. Have patience,” he assured. He rubbed the flogger softly over my back, its feathery touch reminding me that the tool was not only used for pain, but for pleasure. After a moment, I felt the bed shift as he moved to position himself under me, head between my parted legs. “Spread your legs wider. I want to taste you. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

If his words weren’t enough to send me over the edge, the first gentle flick of his tongue was. The orgasm crashed over me like a giant tidal wave, surprising me with its intensity. His tongue became more aggressive, the sucking of his mouth more demanding. He kept me at my peak like he was dying of thirst, seeking to drink every last drop.

My leg muscles had tightened from euphoria, trembling involuntarily and out of control. I couldn’t stay on my knees much longer, and I was almost grateful when he moved out from under me, allowing me a moment to slump down onto the cool bed sheets. Completely spent, I listened to the sound of my pulse thudding in my ears. However, the telltale sound of foil ripping for the condom reminded me that Alexander was not yet finished with me.

“Roll over. I want to see you when I take you,” he said huskily.

My strength had left me, and it was a struggle to do as he requested.

When I eventually managed to turn onto my back, he pulled my legs up and spread them wide, effectively exposing my swollen clitoris that was slick with his saliva. He hungrily drank in the sight, his palpable desire causing my pulse to quicken once again. Nestling his cock near my entrance, he slowly and deliberately he pushed his way in.

I gasped when he began to move, never having come down fully from my orgasm. And just when I thought I couldn’t go any higher, he brought me to a whole new height. Pounding fast and hard, he brought a thumb to my clit, massaging the now over sensitive bundle of nerves. I wrapped my legs around him, giving him better access to drive even deeper. It was too much, the pleasure unbearable.

“I – I can’t!” My words rushed out in a faltering cry.

“You can and you will. Feel it, Krystina. Feel me, all of me.”

He stopped circling my clit, and instead just applied a small amount of pressure, intensifying the throb of the blood flow while his cock continued to thrust deep. With his other hand, he began to flick at one of my nipples, still rigid and straining through the clamp. The combination drove me mad.

I was wild for him.

“Oh, yes! I’m there, I’m there!” I cried out.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, full of pure and unadulterated ecstasy, as Alexander pushed me over the edge once again.

“You’re so tight, angel. I could spend the rest of the night buried in your heat,” he said in a guttural tone. “I want you to come for me again, but wait for me this time. I want to come with you.”

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