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His fingers pushed deeper inside of me and stilled.

“Oh, no…please—” I began, but my words cut off abruptly when a hard smack landed on my ass. I cried out, but not from pain. It was from the constant stop and go of his merciless hand. He rubbed the cheek he had slapped, then continued his assault with his fingers once again.

A second slap.

The sting was more apparent this time, but Alexander’s fingers didn’t stop their perpetual rhythm. If this was how he got his kicks, I didn’t care. I could handle it. This was beyond any erotic fantasy I had ever had. I would do anything he asked of me, just as long as he didn’t stop working his finger over my swollen nub.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice hoarse and raspy. He sounded as keyed up as I felt. I was surprised to find myself wishing for him to spank me again. It seemed wrong, yet so right at the same time.

“Oh, God yes…”

“Say it, Krystina. Tell me what you want.”

What does he want me to say?

I was terrified of getting it wrong and jeopardizing the release I was so desperately searching for.

“This! I want this!”

“Not good enough.” A third slap. “Tell me what you want. Now. Tell me now!” he demanded.

I just screamed out the first thing that came to mind.

“I want to come!”

“My name, Krystina. Always say my name.”

“Alex! Make me come! Please, Alexander, don’t stop,” I begged, pure animal instinct kicking into overdrive.

The motion of his fingers intensified, pumping faster inside of me, sweeping in and out and over my clit. A fourth hard smack landed on my behind. Then another, until I eventually lost count.

Stars collided in an explosion that reached an unbelievable height as I felt myself go over the edge. My body tensed as my insides convulsed around his ruthless fingers. I involuntarily arched my back from the pleasure that rocked me, vibrating through to the very core of my being.

I gasped as Alexander slowly withdrew his fingers from me. He rubbed his hand up and down my back, allowing me a moment to just lie there, face down on the table, savoring the aftermath of the most intense sexual experience I had ever had.

I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I’d never had an orgasm with Trevor. And now that I knew what that warm, liquefying sensation was like, there was no going back. I was all Alexander’s to command.

Alexander guided me to a standing position and pulled down the skirt still hiked up around my hips. When I turned around to face him, his mouth met mine with the softest kiss. As sweet as his lips were, I didn’t want gentle. He had shown me the meaning of true passion, hard and fierce, and I wanted more. I needed more. I intensified the kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips, pulling him closer to me. He moaned, giving in to my demand as his hands framed my face, pressing himself hard against me.

When he pulled his lips away, I was winded, and my desire built up to a whole new level. I reached for him, my hands moving over his shoulders and down his chest, as I nipped my teeth along his neck. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from the waistband of his pants. I wanted to feel his bare flesh under my hands.

When my fingers made contact with the rock-hard muscles of his abdomen, he stilled under my touch. But I didn’t stop. I continued to work my hands up, over his contoured chest, then back down again to his belt buckle. I would have started to undo his pants, but he stopped me by capturing my hands with his.

“I want you, Krystina. Probably more than you know. God knows I’ve waited long enough to have you. But not tonight—you need to decide if you really want this first.”

“Oh, trust me. I want this,” I said, reaching for him again.

“No, stop. I’m serious,” he said, pulling out of my reach and tucking his shirt back inside his pants.

“You don’t want to?” I asked, suddenly confused.

“Fuck Krystina, I want you so bad I ache. I can assure you, it’s not that,” he said, raking a hand through his hair. His face looked pained, tormented. “Being with me is not a decision you should make rashly. Submission is a gift, one that is not given easily. It takes a considerable amount of trust to put your body in the hands of someone else.”

“I wouldn’t be here tonight if I didn’t know what I was doing, Alex,” I said, crossing my arms in frustration.

“The way your body reacted tonight…so responsive. Almost too responsive,” he said pensively. “You need discipline. You’re untrained, and I’ll need to teach you a lot. This won’t be easy for you. I’ll demand things that you might not be able to give. I won’t coddle you, and it won’t be teddy bears and roses with me. If that’s what you’re expecting, you should walk now.”

“You don’t know anything about what I want,” I said stubbornly. “And as for the roses—I learned a long time ago never to expect that. Ever. You don’t have to be concerned about me.”