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“Don’t ever cover yourself. I want to see you,” he said quietly, but there was a sharp authority behind his words, the way I imagined a Dominant would speak to a submissive.

When he circled his hands around me to roll my nipples between his fingers, I moaned under his touch and my hesitations immediately dissolved.

“How does this feel?” he asked, pinching each peak harder. A jolt of pleasure surged through my body.

“It’s good…I love it,” I breathed, as he continued to squeeze my tight points firmly between his fingers and thumb. He plucked for a moment longer, before moving around to the front of me to capture one nipple in his mouth. I relished the feel of his tongue, as his mouth sucked and his teeth nipped.

“Stay here,” he told me.

I watched him make his way to his special closet, and the flames in my belly began to travel south, turning into a heated pulsing ache between my legs. I could only stand there in a state of restless agony, waiting for him to return.

When he came back a few moments later, he was carrying a coil of black rope.

He wants to tie me up already?

My nervous jitters returned with a vengeance. I was scared that I wasn’t ready and almost told him so, but I sought out the courage to trust him, and didn’t give voice to my fears. Instead, I watched him as he began to loop the soft nylon around my wrist. He bound them slowly and deliberately, as if he sensed my unease. His movements were measured and gentle, his actions a representation of how he would introduce me to his world.

He tied each wrist together in front of me tightly, but not too tight. I found that the rope was surprisingly comfortable, not the rough feel that I would have expected.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m okay,” I said truthfully. Somehow I knew that Alexander wouldn’t take me too far. Safe word or not, I didn’t believe he would push me to using it.

His hands slid down my belly, making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans. He coaxed the denim down my legs and I sidestepped to help him remove them completely. I was left in nothing but a lace thong and felt vulnerable in the sheer scrap of material, my voluptuous behind exposed.

He slipped a hand down the front of my panties, through the patch of curls to meet my wet slit. The throbbing between my legs intensified.

“I love that you’re already wet for me,” he growled, circling the pad of his index finger around the pulsing little bundle of nerves.

He dipped his finger inside me then brought it up to his mouth to taste my juices. His eyes burned into mine as he rolled his finger around his tongue.

Holy shit – that’s hot!

Little sparks of fire shot down to my girly parts and I thought I might orgasm just from watching him.

A sly smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he moved his hands back down to my panties. He looped his fingers around the strappy sides and tugged hard. In one swift motion, he managed to effectively tear the thin material in two, leaving me completely naked before him.

I gave a little gasp in surprise.

Oh my god – how did he do that?

Shifting so that he was standing behind me again, he leaned in close, his breath a soft feather whisper on my neck. I quivered with goose bumps that raced down my body.

“You can wear these thin little lacy things all the time, Krystina. I like that I can rip them off you so easily,” he murmured into my ear. “But then again, I think I would much rather you didn’t wear any at all.”

He reached around my hips, hands caressing down my belly to part my slick and waiting lips. He slipped two fingers inside of me and I moaned, completely enthralled in a sensation of pure bliss. Between the thought of going commando around Alexander and the feel of his expert fingers delving in and out of me, I was almost ready to come.

His fingers pushed deeper, harder, while his other hand reached up to pinch and pull at the rigid peak of one of my breasts. In a matter of minutes, I was on the edge and found myself pumping my hips against his hand, unable to control the burning ache that was building in my pelvis.

But he didn’t let me come. Torturously slow, he removed his fingers and began a steady circular motion over my pleasure button. I throbbed under his touch, already swollen and sensitive, seeking that desperate release. Back and forth, in and out, his perpetual rhythm making me crazed with carnal need.

Oh, please…get me there!

He held me tight against him, and I could feel his manhood straining through his jeans against my backside. His motions intensified in speed and I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no holding back. My breath hitched and my insides began to tremble and convulse, hitting an ultimate shattering point, as a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before my eyes.

CHAPTER 24

It took me a few minutes to recover, my vision slowly returning to normal. I felt like I might fall over from the bombardment of tremors that coursed though my body. Alexander moved around to the front of me, never relinquishing his hold on me, but keeping me secure and upright before pulling me against his chest.

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