Page 44 of Vienna Bliss

Alena reached for the zipper of her skirt, and glanced at the door with her peripheral vision. The door was still open a crack. They still had an audience.

Good.

Alena let the skirt fall to the floor, then undid the last remaining button and shrugged the shirt off, then removed the garter belt and rolled the stockings down and off.

“Give me those.” He pointed to the stockings.

Alena carefully unrolled them, then held them out. Alexander took them, tested their tensile strength, then nodded in satisfaction. He flipped one over her shoulder, and stretched the other one between his fists.

“Open.”

Alena took a half step back and shook her head. Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “Open your mouth.”

“Please, Master, I—”

Alexander forced the stocking between her teeth, wrapping it around her head once so it passed between her lips twice, and then knotted the ends behind her head.

It was a cruel gag, forcing her lips back, her tongue uncomfortable in her mouth. She shook her head at him, and he rewarded her with a hard pinch to each nipple.

Alena’s eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure. Alexander twisted her nipples sharply, and she shrieked at the uptick in pain.

“Better,” he murmured.

When he spun her around and forced her arms together behind her back, she struggled, just a little. It wasn’t just for show; she liked the fight, liked to feel him overpower her. Submission by force, he’d called it. Last night there had been none of that, just two people making love, finding release when they needed it.

Today it was all pain and kink. Having a man who could do both was a dream so few women would ever get to live.

And you won’t have it for much longer.

He tied her elbows together. A stress position that squeezed her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out.

“Right foot on the ottoman,” he barked, holding her by her bound arms. Alena started to kneel but he reprimanded her with a slap to her breasts. “I said right foot.”

Confused, but obedient, she placed her right foot on the ottoman, her left on the floor, her left leg carrying most of her weight.

Alexander forced her to bend, her head now towards the door.

He’s protecting your bad knee.

Though it felt fine, having him fuck her doggy style wouldn’t have been fully comfortable, and he’d realized that before she did. The thought came to her even as she felt him grab her hips and pull her back onto his cock.

Alena hung her head as the head of his dick slid into her. That sweet pressure inside her was almost enough to make her come. She might have if not for the uncomfortable position of her arms and the awkward feel of one leg up and one leg down.

And that was, in its own way, arousing. He’d made it so she couldn’t find release, no matter how badly she wanted it. He was torturing her, toying with her, and she loved it even as she hated him.

“That’s right,” Alexander growled, loud enough that she knew the words weren’t just for her but for Absolon. “You’re my little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

Alena nodded.

“I’m going to use you, fuck you, and then you’re going to lick my cock clean.” His breathing was speeding up and he was moving fast, bouncing her ass off his hips in a rapid thrusting pattern. “If you beg, maybe I’ll whip your clit. Maybe that will be enough to make you come. But maybe it will just hurt. Make you sore.”

When the man stopped being quiet, his dirty talk game was wonderful.

She would have added her own commentary if not for the horrid gag. All she could do was listen to his words, feel his cock fucking her as he controlled everything—her movement, her ability to speak.

Alexander’s cock twitched in her and she knew he was about to come. She squeezed her vaginal muscles tight and heard him curse as he finished inside her with three rapid, brutal thrusts.

Alena had been watching the door through half-closed eyes, and as Alexander came, Absolon silently slid it closed.