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He held me tight against him, and I could feel his manhood straining through his jeans against my backside. His motions intensified in speed, and I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no holding back. My breath hitched, and my insides began to tremble and convulse, hitting an ultimate shattering point as a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before my eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Krystina

It took me a few minutes to recover, my vision slowly returning to normal. I felt like I might fall over from the bombardment of tremors coursing through my body. Alexander moved around to the front of me, never relinquishing his hold on me but keeping me secure and upright before pulling me against his chest.

He tilted his head back and watched me intently. Even through my heavy lids, I could see his eyes were scorching. They revealed a dark primal need, sparking a whole new kind of fire inside of me.

“That was for you. Now, this is for me. Kneel, angel,” he said, moving his hands to my shoulders and gently nudging me to my knees. I knelt before him on shaky legs, still lightly panting from my orgasm. “Are you familiar with the submissive position?”

“I…” I wavered, heat creeping up my neck and licking my cheeks. Unfortunately, it wasn’t from arousal this time around.

“Be honest. You don’t need to be embarrassed if you don’t know.”

“I recall reading the term, but…no. I don’t know what it is,” I admitted.

“Then here is lesson number two. Kneel all the way down, so you’re sitting on your feet. Spread your knees, leaving your thighs open. I want all parts of you accessible to me.”

I did as he instructed, enflamed once again in sexual anticipation as I shifted into position. Sitting this way made me painfully aware, every nerve ending standing at attention.

“Is this right?” I asked, desire making me eager to please him.

“Almost. Normally I would want your arms resting on your thighs, palms open to the ceiling. However, with the way I have your hands tied, you can’t do that today. Just remember that in the future. For now, just bring your arms up around your neck and rest them there.”

“Like this?” I asked, not quite sure how long I’d be able to stay this way before the blood drained from my arms.

“Just like that. You look beautiful,” he said in appreciation. His hands moved over my face, fingers brushing softly over my lips. “Now I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He didn’t wait for my consent, but I had no desire to protest either. I just stayed in the position he instructed and watched as he began to undo the buckle of his pants. His eyes never left mine as he reached into his pants to free the erection straining through his jeans. My eyes widened when I looked at the sheer size of him.

He wants to fuck my mouth with that!

I swallowed and licked my lips.

“You have the sexiest mouth,” he growled.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, and the other moved to take hold of the back of my neck. He stroked his thick member and pulled me forward to position himself in front of my waiting lips.

I ran my tongue around the smooth crown, the tip already wet with pre-cum. He groaned, encouraging me to take in a little more of him. I wrapped my lips around his head, circling my tongue around the small opening at the tip. I opened my mouth wider and took more of him inside. He was thick and soft on my tongue as I sucked, his ridges sliding back and forth over my lips.

“Oh, yeah. Suck on it, angel,” he said hoarsely.

He reached around and entwined both of his hands in my hair, thrusting himself deeper and forcing a steady rhythm. I opened my throat to accept him, sucking and twisting my tongue around his thick shaft as I began to pump faster.

I wanted to grab ahold of him but was prevented by the way my wrists were bound together. I felt desperate—as if I couldn’t get enough of him. I swallowed and opened my throat even more, to take in every inch I could. I pushed my head forward, taking him deep with my swallow, and held him there. I pulled back and did it again, this time, my throat adjusting and taking him deeper than the last.

“Oh, fuuuck! Stop, Krystina! Stop!” he hissed, pulling back suddenly. His breathing was ragged, coming out in short successions. “I’ll never last if you keep doing that.”

“Maybe it will be you who can’t handle me,” I told him, feeling more than just a little bit smug at my accomplishment. I smirked at him and licked my lips.

“Cocky, are we? Maybe you need to be punished,” he threatened.

“Yes, please, Master,” I said mockingly, still feeling superior over the fact I almost made him lose control so soon.

“This is not a game. You are my submissive. It would be in your best interest to remember the unconditional obedience you promised me. Now, get up on the bed. Lie on your back with your head by the mirror,” he ordered. His tone was stern, and I scrambled to my feet to do as he commanded.

Yes, sir!