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He moved meticulously, placing the circular clamp around my areola and cranking its clasp tight, so it stayed firmly in place. The clamp was cold to the touch, only serving to enhance the rigidity of my nipple. He repeated the process with my other breast, each motion intensifying the volatile pulse between my legs. I had never been more turned on in my entire life.

After both clamps were firmly secured, he moved off the bed and began to undress. Once he was completely in the flesh, I found myself staring at him in awe. I had seen him naked before, but never without an unobstructed view.

Now here he stood before me, in all his glory, the perfect specimen of everything a girl could ever fantasize about. From his dark silky waves, flashing eyes, and perfectly chiseled jawline; to the contours of his honed shoulder muscles and washboard abs, highlighted by the shadows in the room, coming to a V just above his pelvis. He was the flawless male any Renaissance sculptor would have died for. The sight of him naked made my mouth water.

“I want you on your hands and knees, Krystina,” he said huskily, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from his impeccable form. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours in the air.”

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, feeling extremely self-conscious in the vulnerable position.

A few seconds later, his hands were on me once again, molding and kneading my behind. Moving at a leisurely pace, his hands and mouth worked their way up my spine, causing a shiver of goosebumps to dance over my flesh. I could feel his hard erection pressing into my thighs.

“I could rub my hands and lips over you all night. I love your body, the way it feels beneath my hands, the way it responds to my touch…you drive me wild, Krystina.”

He worked his way back down, teeth lightly nipping my skin all the way to my behind. I desperately ached for him—for the release I had been craving—and my body hummed from the way he so reverently worshipped me. I was no longer just alive, as the expression seemed too blasé for how I actually felt. I was phenomenal in the supernatural sense—as if I could be anything he wanted me to be, do anything he wanted me to do.

“Alex, I don’t want to wait anymore…just take me!” At my plea, he pulled away. I arched, opening myself to him, just waiting to be filled.

“You need to tell me if you’re not ready for this, angel. I didn’t want to rush you into this too fast, but I can’t keep holding back. Are you sure you can take it?”

“Please, I’ll do anything!” I cried out. I surrendered fully, not caring about anything other than satisfying my burning need. So lost in my own excitement, I didn’t realize he had the flogger in his hand.

Chapter Thirty

Krystina

Snap!

The crack of the flogger hit my behind, a violent shock to my system, and I cried out. It hurt like hell, and it was unexpected. My natural instincts compelled me to yell out my safeword. Pure stubbornness ended up being the only driving force stopping me from doing just that. There was no way I would forfeit that quickly. However, as much as the sting hurt, the pain was fleeting. Now I only felt a slight tingle on my backside.

He ran the ends of the flogger up my back, causing a shiver of goosebumps to spread all over me. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful there wasn’t more to this.

I can handle this.

I barely had time to process the thought when another blow from the flogger came across my behind. This time it was harder but in a different place. Fire spread over my ass. That one had hurt more—a lot more.

“Feel the burn, angel. Embrace it while you focus your attention on the weight of the nipple clamps.”

I did as he said, and this time when the strap hit me, I felt an entirely new sensation. My nipples hardened, straining through the clamps. They ached but in a good way. A moan escaped my lips, rather than the cry of shock like the previous two times I had felt the bite of the leather.

A fourth crack of the flogger.

I didn’t even feel the sting this time around because my mind was too focused on my breasts aching for attention. Another lash, then another, never in the same place twice. Eventually, an unbearable throbbing began between my legs. I wanted him now in the worst way. I ached for him to give me some sort of release. I squirmed a little, hoping the friction would alleviate this longing to be touched.

As if he sensed my need, he reached his hand under me, softly rubbing his fingers through my folds. He teased small circles around my clit, exerting just the right amount of pressure to ease my ache but not enough for a full release.

“Oh, baby…you’re drenched,” he said, his voice low and husky. He placed feather-light kisses over my reddened backside before he began to work me over again, one lash after another. “You like this, don’t you?”

Adrenaline pumped through my veins until I floated into a dream-like state, completely detached from reality. I sluggishly processed his words.

“No—yes, I do,” I breathed, confused by desperation. “Alex…just…make me come. Please!” It came out like a broken sob, giving a voice to how much I was truly suffering.

I needed it. I needed him.

Please. Now.

“I’ll get you there. Have patience,” he assured. He rubbed the flogger softly over my back, its feathery touch reminding me the tool was not only used for pain but pleasure. After a moment, I felt the bed shift as he moved to position himself under me, head between my parted legs. “Spread your legs wider. I want to taste you. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

If his words weren’t enough to send me over the edge, the first gentle flick of his tongue was. The orgasm crashed over me like a giant tidal wave, surprising me with its intensity. His tongue became more aggressive, the sucking of his mouth more demanding. He kept me at my peak like he was dying of thirst, seeking to drink every last drop.