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His voice was husky in my ear. Goosebumps of anticipation prickled me from head to toe as I did what he asked. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slipped his fingers under the straps of my lacy black bra. Then, sliding them torturously slow down my arms, he unhooked the clasp in the back and unceremoniously tossed the lingerie to the floor.

My immediate reaction was to cover myself, but he pulled my self-conscious hands away.

“Don’t ever cover yourself. I want to see you,” he said quietly, but there was a sharp authority behind his words, the way I imagined a Dominant would speak to a submissive.

When he circled his hands around me to roll my nipples between his fingers, I moaned under his touch, and my hesitations immediately dissolved.

“How does this feel?” he asked, pinching each peak harder.

A jolt of pleasure surged through my body.

“It’s good…I love it,” I breathed, as he continued to squeeze my tight points firmly between his fingers and thumb. He plucked for a moment longer before moving around to the front of me to capture one nipple in his mouth. I relished the feel of his tongue as his mouth sucked and his teeth nipped.

“Stay here,” he told me.

I watched him make his way to his special closet, and the flames in my belly began to travel south, turning into a heated pulsing ache between my legs. I could only stand there in a state of restless agony, waiting for him to return.

When he came back a few moments later, he was carrying a coil of black rope.

Does he want to tie me up already?

My nervous jitters returned with a vengeance. I was scared I wasn’t ready and almost told him so, but I sought the courage to trust him and didn’t give voice to my fears. Instead, I watched him as he began to loop the soft nylon around my wrist. He bound them slowly and deliberately as if he sensed my unease. His movements were measured and gentle, his actions representing how he would introduce me to his world.

He tied each wrist together in front of me tightly, but not too tight. I found the rope to be surprisingly comfortable and not the rough feel I would have expected.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m okay,” I said truthfully. Somehow, I knew Alexander wouldn’t take me too far. Safeword or not, I didn’t believe he would push me to use it.

His hands slid down my belly, making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans. He coaxed the denim down my legs, and I sidestepped to help him remove them completely. I was left in nothing but a lace thong and felt vulnerable in the sheer scrap of material, my voluptuous behind exposed.

He slipped a hand down the front of my panties, through the patch of curls to meet my wet slit. The throbbing between my legs intensified.

“I love that you’re already wet for me,” he growled, circling the pad of his index finger around the pulsing little bundle of nerves.

He dipped his finger inside me then brought it up to his mouth to taste my juices. His eyes burned into mine as he rolled his finger around his tongue.

Holy shit—that’s hot!

Little sparks of fire shot down to my girly parts, and I thought I might orgasm just from watching him.

A sly smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he moved his hands back down to my panties. He looped his fingers around the strappy sides and tugged hard. In one swift motion, he managed to effectively tear the thin material in two, leaving me completely naked before him.

I gave a little gasp in surprise.

Oh my God. How did he do that?

Shifting so he was standing behind me again, he leaned in close, his breath a soft feather whisper on my neck. I quivered from the goosebumps racing down my body.

“You can wear these thin little lacy things all the time, Krystina. I like that I can rip them off you so easily,” he murmured into my ear. “But then again, I think I would much rather you didn’t wear any at all.”

He reached around my hips, hands caressing down my belly to part my slick and waiting lips. He slipped two fingers inside of me, and I moaned, completely enthralled in a sensation of pure bliss. Between the thought of going commando around Alexander and the feel of his expert fingers delving in and out of me, I was almost ready to come.

His fingers pushed deeper and harder while his other hand reached up to pinch and pull at the rigid peak of one of my breasts. In a matter of minutes, I was on edge and found myself pumping my hips against his hand, unable to control the burning ache building in my pelvis.

But he didn’t let me come. Instead, he removed his fingers at a torturously slow pace and began a steady circular motion over my pleasure button. I throbbed under his touch, already swollen and sensitive, seeking that desperate release. Back and forth, in and out, his perpetual rhythm making me crazed with carnal need.

Oh, please…get me there!