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“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaw!” Her scream was unpreventable.
“You will not come until you’re ordered to. Is that clear?” Alex’s cold voice brought her mind around, and he punctuated the command with another cut from the searing bamboo cane.
“Yes, sir!” she cried, weeping now. This was a hurt no
t easily dismissed.
Alex’s tools of torture seemed to pop out of nowhere, from the air materializing like conjured illusions. And yet, the whip and cane that followed the hard-hitting strap were real, not illusions of any sort.
By then, however, there was little else for Alex to do but bring Laney down from the frantic, sexual high where not coming would be a difficult thing to manage. She wouldn’t have dared come if her mind had been in control. But the fisherman couldn’t count on her mind to control anything at this point; he knew enough about beating horny, masochistic women to know that.
He left her scorched body for a time after he finished.
For Laney, the time was as golden as the glowing room. Her frenzied body quelled some, but the endorphins swimming through her seemed on an endless mission to bring her pleasure. She moaned and ground her hips ever faster into the sofa, for just an instant realizing that there was not much she could do to prevent the rising tide of climax. The end was right within her grasp, promised, ready, sure to lift her into that splendid place, until suddenly, Alex was beside her again with his hand pressing hard against her pubis.
“What are you doing, Laney?” he asked.
“So, sorry, sir,” she almost whimpered as she spoke.
He felt the soggy crotch, amused to find her so liquid, and so close.
“I could bring you off,” he said.
“Oh, please do, sir.”
“Fraid not,” his hand withdrew, “I have so many more plans for you.”
He went on to untie her feet and hands and lift her off the sofa, letting her punished body slide back to the wooden floor.
Laney crawled to him when he sat back in the chair, and for a moment took the liberty of resting her head against his thigh. His hand was in her hair, gently fondling her head, and then her face. She kissed his palm, and with her shackled hands, brought his hand to her lips as she gazed into his face.
“I don’t even know you,” she said.
“Did you know the others?” he asked.
“No, I guess not. It’s just that…”
“That what?”
She refused to finish the sentence. But shook her head. “You’re right. I didn’t know any of the masters who used me; it seems one is as good as another when it comes to abusing my body to arouse my cunt.”
He smiled, and she smiled back.
What she couldn’t say was how different this experience had been from all the others, how different Alex had been from all the other strangers. She wondered if the difference she felt was real, or was her memory tricking her, and Alex was no more special than all those other strange and cruel men? Could there be something about the not-so-humble fisherman that gave her greater pleasure? Perhaps it was because he was the first—the first since Erik died. Perhaps.
Nothing was clear to her as she rested inside his dominant aura. It was not a good idea to pass judgment too soon; the night was not yet over, and his use of her had just begun.
Chapter Five
The creaking boards in the upstairs rooms made her nervous. The bed creaked, too, and the loose shutters slapped against the side of the house with every gust of air. She lay stretched out against an old, blue striped mattress. Alex had thrown back the dusty coverlet, while the sheets had disappeared long before they got there. Lying on her stomach, her hungering body writhed still, unable to stop squirming in the heat of erotic agony—at the mercy of Alex Greenwood. Every breath of air that passed over her scorched skin brought back the sensuous pain and made her pussy seek its pleasure.
Alex promised to deny her any further pleasure, and make her painfully suffer if she brought herself off without his assistance. So, she prayed for his hand, or better still his cock riding her pussy or stuffed deep inside her ass. She didn’t forget that he’d promised that, too.
But when the fisherman returned to the room and his bound submissive, he had an entirely different plan in mind. He crawled in-between her spread legs, and after stuffing a pillow beneath her hips, his mouth moved into the steamy valley of her sex. His tongue laved the sweaty skin and Laney lurched, as a fierce spasm of physical joy rent her body.
“Stop that, or I’ll stop!” Alex warned.
“Oh, but that’s soooooooo,” she seethed quietly, clenching her fists and willing her body to be still as Alex tongue worked itself deeper, inching its way to her juicy hole and along the dangling clitoris that was now swollen and raw, and so sensitive that any touch… any touch at all…”God yes!” she started to vent.
