Page 34 of Wishing Stone

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I did as he instructed, allowing him to pull my arms behind my back as I spun. His hands tightened around my wrists to show his authority, triggering that part of me that forced my whole body to surrender. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar texture of a silk rope being tied around my wrists. After securing the knot, Alexander leaned in and rimmed the shell of my ear with his tongue before nudging me toward the bed.

“Sit on the edge but don’t slide back,” he instructed.

Once again, I obeyed his command without question. Once I was seated, he pushed my knees apart and stepped between my thighs. Gliding a finger between my legs, he found my opening and slid through my wet heat. He plunged in up to the second knuckle and began to flick rapidly against my walls.

“Oh!” I gasped.

He added another finger, pushing deeper, and my pulsating muscles tightened around him. With an agonizingly slow twisting motion, he massaged the pleasure spot deep in my core until I was writhing under his palm.

“Be still,” he ordered.

I stopped moving but found myself stifling a moan when Alexander moved to kneel between my legs. Cruelly ripping his fingers from the clutches of my body before I experienced release, he shoved me backward. My back arched over my balled fists at the base of my spine until my shoulders kissed the satin sheets beneath me. Then he slid his hands slowly over my calves, spreading my knees wide. I knew what was coming next. He wanted to torture me, knowing it was near impossible for me to be still while he went down on me.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy,” he told me, causing my nerve endings to tingle with delight.

Grabbing my legs, he lifted them until they were dangling off his shoulders, then brought his hands back to my center to part my folds with two fingers. With my desire exposed, I pushed up my hips in longing, just waiting for that first flick of his tongue.

When I finally felt him sweep up my entrance and over my clit, I released the moan I’d been holding in. He began lightly, teasing me almost, as he nipped and sucked along my tender flesh. My hands flexed behind my back as every muscle in my body shuddered. I knew I was supposed to be still, but it was near impossible not to pump my hips against his ruthless mouth. I was close. So close.

However, Alexander didn’t bring me to climax, but instead pulled his mouth from my body and stood up.

“Turn around. Lay face down on the bed with your legs hanging over the edge.”

My stomach tightened, and I nearly came on the spot from the sheer knowledge that this position could mean any number of things. As I shifted into position, my imagination ran wild. Curiosity got the best of me, and I angled my head so I could glance back to see what he was doing. What I saw was a glorious sight to behold.

Alexander stood about five feet away, his eyes focused on my exposed ass. He was fisting his cock, stroking it languidly from root to tip. Seeing him pleasure himself was always a turn-on for me, and today was no different. There was just something about seeing my alpha husband with his chiseled abs and tight jaw flexing his knuckles around his erection. It caused my inner muscles to spasm in the most titillating way.

The tightening in my belly intensified, the need to feel him all-consuming. With my feet planted firmly on the floor, I pushed my pelvis against the bed, desperate to get some relief.

“Do you want something, angel?” he teased, his voice sounding deep and throaty.

“Yes, please. Alex, I need to feel you,” I pleaded.

Much to my satisfaction, he didn’t make me wait much longer. Stepping up to me, he positioned his erection at my entrance. The hard tip pushed through my opening, stretching and filling me to completion. The penetration from behind felt impossibly deep, and my immediate cry of pleasure was palpable.

“I don’t want you to come. This is for me. You’ll have your turn,” he warned, then began to move inside me.

He was neither soft nor gentle, chasing his pleasure with relentless force. I sighed when he pressed the flat of his thumb against my puckered rear, holding firmly without penetration as he repeatedly drove into me. His movements were wild and electric, causing something inside me to build until my gaze began to shimmer from the pressure.

“I’m so close!” I panted in between his merciless thrusts.

“Do not come,” he ordered again.

“But I—” I stopped short when his hand came down hard against my ass, reminding me that this was all for him. He was in charge, and I was nothing but a slave to his every whim. When he slapped me again, I nearly came on the spot.

Damn him! I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.

Desperation coursed through my veins. It was the most electrifying aphrodisiac imaginable.

Leaning down, he snaked his hands under my body to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples hard. Sharp, delicious pain ricocheted through me, threatening to send me over hard and fast. He was testing me, deliberately not giving me a moment to prepare. I cried out, fighting against the convulsing need that wanted to overtake me as Alexander began thrusting harder.

God, he’s so deep. So deep. Shit.

I clenched my teeth, my head thrashing from side to side, as a tingling sensation spread to my limbs. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. Alexander must have sensed how close I was to eruption because he stopped pumping to lean in and whisper, “Did I give you permission?”

“No,” I replied through labored breaths.

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