Page 45 of Vienna Bliss

Behind her Alexander was panting, but Alena was very turned on, and not nearly done with him. She looked back over her shoulder and hoped he could see in her eyes, her expression that she needed more.

Alexander was breathing hard, and there was sweat at his temples. He glanced at the door, and Alena nodded to confirm that Absolon was gone.

He helped her stand and she internally sighed that the moment was probably over, and she’d just have to hope that this evening she could beg him to play with her or pleasure her. Hopefully both.

Alexander tucked his cock into his pants and blew out a long breath. Then he motioned for her to turn. A second later her arms were free. She reached up for the gag, but he stopped her.

“Did I say you could do that?” His voice was stern, disappointed.

Alena looked at him, eyes wide.

“Now it’s just for us.” He picked up his belt. “On your back on the ottoman, knees bent and spread.”

She looked at the belt in his hand and shook her head frantically.

“I said on your back. Legs spread. I was going to use just the tip to spank your pussy, but if you continue to defy me, I will use the full belt.” His voice was merciless.

Alena’s skin heated and she scrambled to obey, sitting on her smarting thighs and then laying back, bracing her heels near her ass and spreading her knees.

Alexander looked down at her, belt in hand. As she watched, he folded it in half, holding the ends in his right hand. Had she been too slow, was he going to belt her pussy? She whimpered.

“Hold your breasts. I want you to hurt your nipples for me.”

Alena eagerly grabbed her own tits, rolling her nipples between tightly pinched index fingers and thumbs.

“Good.” He struck the inside of her thighs with his doubled belt, casual strikes that were more noisy than impactful. Alena pinched and pulled her nipples. When that wasn’t enough pain, she started using her nails.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he dropped to his knees. “As is this.” He spread her pussy open with two fingers.

Alena raised her head and watched as he raised the end of the belt, holding it about a foot back from the curved tip. He swung it a few times then slapped it against her mound, just above her clit. Alena’s hips came up off the ottoman.

“I like this view,” he murmured, and she doubted he understood how sexy that was to hear him say. “And your lovely, soft little clit.” He leaned in, tasted it with the tip of his tongue.

She was close to orgasm, closer than she’d thought, and again she raised herself, trying to press her pussy against his mouth.

“No,” he commanded. “You will remain still and accept your punishment.”

She settled down, whimpering.

“I’m going to beat your clit because I want to. And because I know you don’t just want me to. You need me to.”

The tip of the belt cracked down on her clit and Alena screamed into the gag, her nails digging into her own breasts. The sensation was sharp and direct, all those thousands of nerve endings registering pain that was close to pleasure because of how turned on she was, because of the bondage and domination that preceded the strike.

The second spank to her clit was softer, the third a bit harder.

Alena was panting almost helplessly now. Her whole body jerking with each blow.

“Two more,” he murmured softly. “Then I’ll lick your pretty clit until you come.” He kissed the inside of each thigh. “But they will be harder than the others.”

She whimpered and shook her head, rolling it side to side on the ottoman.

“Yes,” Alexander said mercilessly. “You may scream if you need to.”

Alena nodded, tears in her eyes, but these were very different than those she’d cried last night. These were tears of pain and pleasure and need.

Smack.

The sound was small, but the pain exploded through her. Alena’s breath froze in her chest, ruling out the possibility of a scream. Before she could drag in air, before she had fully processed the intense sensations, he struck her clit again.