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His hand massaged my thigh, working around past my hips and around to my behind. Cupping me there, he held me firmly to him. I couldn’t move in his dominating hold. I could only feel the fire burning with need in my belly.

His magical lips worked their way back up my neck, and he began the ruthless attack on my mouth once again. Without warning, he parted my legs roughly and slipped a finger under my panties. I had a fleeting moment of panic over how quickly the evening had evolved, but it was soon replaced by desire as his fingers made contact with my most private area.

Oh, yes. Just touch me, please.

More than willing, I pushed aside the thought we were moving too fast and allowed myself to feel the pleasure of his touch. The throbbing between my spread thighs intensified, and I ached to be satisfied.

“So wet,” he murmured, slipping one finger inside of me. I wanted to cry out from sheer ecstasy but was embarrassed by how turned on I was and held back.

He pulled his finger out and ran it through my wet slit, spreading the moisture around. His thumb circled my clit as his finger moved back to push rhythmically in and out of me. Gathering my hair together with his free hand, he forced my head back, allowing his mouth better access to my neck. I moaned in pleasure from the grazing of his lips and the torturous in and out motion of his hand.

“You like this,” he said, voice rough, as his hand tugged harder at my hair. Fire coursed through me, the ache turning into something vicious, and I could only moan again in response. “You want to come.”

“Yes, please!” I begged shamelessly. My body tried to writhe under the power of his circling thumb, but he held me still, not allowing me to move.

“I want to show you how you can come for me. Pain and pleasure, Krystina. Are you sure you want to know?”

My body strained against him. I didn’t care what he did to me, just as long as he continued doing that with his hand.

“Yes, Alex. I want to know,” I breathed. He pulled his hand away, leaving me empty and gasping for more.

“Stand up and bend over the table.”

“Um, e-excuse me?” I stuttered at the question. My brain was in a fog, and I didn’t think I had heard him correctly.

“I want you to bend over the dining room table,” he repeated.

I slowly stood on shaky legs, my body trembling from the onslaught to my senses. I hesitated for a moment, the rational side of me rearing its ugly head.

Why does he want me bent over the table?

Alexander was able to read the uncertainty in my eyes, and he shook his head in a scolding manner. I suppressed the swirling questions and allowed him to turn me so I was facing the table.

He pressed his hand to the small of my back and nudged me down so I was bent at the waist, chest on the table. He pulled my arms so they were stretched over my head, locking them in a viselike grip with one hand. His body pressed into my back, and I could feel his hardness straining through his jeans. His other hand moved down past my waist to raise my skirt over my hips.

“I’ve wanted to tie up these fidgeting hands from the first minute I saw you.” His voice was hoarse in my ear. “But I don’t feel like wasting time going to get what I need. So, for now, just leave them above your head and don’t move. I want you to be still.”

Oh, shit. He wants to physically tie me up!

His weight shifted as he moved to stand up behind me. He looped a finger under my panties and slowly slipped them down my legs. I felt a shiver run down my spine in anticipation as he worked his way back up my legs, leaving a trail of kisses along the back of my knees and thighs. His hands moved slowly over my behind, molding my cheeks in his palms.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “Now open your legs for me, Krystina.”

I wavered, exposed and vulnerable in this position. He must have sensed my reluctance because he coaxed my legs apart and inserted his finger back between the soft folds of my entrance. He began that torturous circular motion all over again while his other hand continued to caress my backside. The pleasure was unbearable, and I moved my hands down to my sides, searching for something to hang onto.

Alexander stopped suddenly, making me cry out in frustration.

“No, damn it—don’t stop,” I pleaded. I hated that I was begging, but I couldn’t help it if I tried. I was too far gone.

“Put your hands back above your head. I told you not to move them.”

I hurriedly put them back, my desire a violent force I couldn’t control. It felt so good I wanted to scream from the feverish hunger blazing inside me.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. With deliberate slowness, he began circling inside of me once again. “Have you ever heard of an erotic spanking?”

If he had asked me that question two days ago, I would have laughed in his face. The term just sounded ridiculous. But now, I could only hum in pleasure at the mere suggestion of it.

I felt a second finger slip inside me, curving and stroking the sensitive tissues. I closed my eyes, enjoying the electrifying sensation of his flexing fingers. In a matter of seconds, I was almost to the breaking point, a roar beginning in my ears.