Page 65 of Heart of Stone

If this was how he got his kicks, I didn’t care. I could handle it. This was beyond any erotic fantasy I had ever had. I would do anything he asked of me, just so long as he didn’t stop working his finger over my swollen nub.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice hoarse and raspy. He sounded as keyed up as I felt. I was surprised to find myselfwishingfor him to spank me again. It seemed wrong, yet so right at the same time.

“Oh, god yes…”

“Say it, Krystina. Tell me what you want.”

What does he want me to say?

I was terrified of getting it wrong and risk jeopardizing the release that I was so desperately searching for.

“This! I want this!”

“Not good enough.” A third slap. “Tell me what you want. Now. Tell me now!” he demanded.

I just screamed out the first thing that came to mind.

“I want to come!”

“My name, Krystina. Always say my name.”

“Alex! Make me come! Please, Alexander…don’t stop,” I begged, pure animal instinct kicking in to overdrive.

The motion of his fingers intensified, pumping faster inside of me, sweeping in and out and over my clit. A fourth hard smack landed on my behind. Then another, until I eventually lost count.

Stars collided in an explosion that reached an unbelievable height, as I felt myself go over the edge. My body tensed as my insides convulsed around his ruthless fingers. I involuntarily arched my back from the pleasure that rocked me, vibrating through to the very core of my being.

I gasped as Alexander slowly withdrew his fingers from me. He rubbed his hand up and down my back, allowing me a moment to just lay there, face down on the table, savoring in the aftermath of the most intense sexual experience I had ever had.

I knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that I never had an orgasm with Trevor. And now that I knew what that warm, liquefying sensation was like, there was no going back. I was all Alexander’s to command.

Alexander guided me to a standing position and pulled down the skirt that was still hiked up around my hips. When I turned around to face him, his mouth met mine with the softest of kiss. As sweet as his lips were, I didn’t want gentle. He had shown me the meaning of true passion, hard and fierce, and I wanted more. Ineededmore. I intensified the kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips, pulling him closer to me. He moaned, giving in to my demand, as his hands framed my face, pressing himself hard against me.

When he pulled his lips away, I felt winded, my desire for him built up to a whole new level. I reached for him, my hands moving over his shoulders and down his chest, as I nipped my teeth along his neck. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from the waistband of his pants. I wanted to feel his bare flesh under my hands.

When my fingers made contact with the rock hard muscles of his abdomen, I felt him still under my touch. But I didn’t stop. I continued to work my hands up, over his contoured chest and then back down again to his belt buckle. I would have started to undo his pants, but he stopped me by capturing my hands with his.

“I want you, Krystina. Probably more than you know. God knows that I’ve waited long enough to have you. But not tonight – you need to decide if you really want this first.”

“Oh, trust me. I want this,” I said, reaching for him again.

“No, stop. I’m serious,” he said, pulling out of my reach and tucking his shirt back inside his pants.

“You don’t want to?” I asked, suddenly feeling confused.

“Fuck Krystina, I want you so bad that I ache. I can assure you, it’s not that,” he said, raking a hand through his hair. His face looked pained, tormented. “Being with me is not a decision you should make rashly. Submission is a gift, one that is not easily given. It takes a considerable amount of trust to put your body in the hands of someone else.”

“I wouldn’t be here tonight if I didn’t know what I was doing, Alex,” I said, crossing my arms in frustration.

“The way your body reacted tonight…so responsive. Almost too responsive,” he said pensively. “You need discipline. You’re untrained and I’ll need to teach you a lot. This won’t be easy for you. I’ll demand things from you that you might not be able to give. I won’t coddle you. It won’t be teddy bears and roses with me. If that’s what you’re expecting, you should walk now.”

“You don’t know anything about what I want,” I said stubbornly. “And as for the roses – I learned a long time ago to never expect that. Ever. You don’t have to be concerned about me.”

“Good. For once, we can agree on something,” he said with a small chuckle. “But in all seriousness, take at least twenty-four hours to think about this. I need you to make sure that you knowexactlywhat you’re doing.”

“I want to do this, Alex. Taking a day to mull things over isn’t going to change that,” I persisted. Now that I had decided what I wanted, I was digging my heels in.

“Perhaps, but I’d prefer it if you had no regrets. If you decide tomorrow morning that you still want to give this a go, I promise to make it worth the wait,” he said with a devilish grin.

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