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Alena arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards him.

“Ask for what you want,” he commanded.“Or was that a lie?”

Alena’s head snapped up, and she met his gaze, a bit of ire adding bite to her words.“I’m sorry, I thought you’d be able to read my body language, but if you need every single thing explained…”

“Watch your tone.”

“Or what?”

Alexander grinned.It was the first time she’d seen a full smile.My god, what a smile it was.

“Or I’ll stop.”

“Oh, that’s…That’s just mean.”

“You said you’d ask for what you want.”The smile melted away.“That was a lie?”

“No.”

He scooped up the crop and snapped a quick blow to the inside of her upper arm, which was exposed and vulnerable with her arms bound overhead.

Alena yelped and danced in place.

“Mind your manners.”The grin was gone, his tone cool.But the way he looked at her was anything but cool.It also wasn’t the dispassionate, focused look she remembered Doms wearing during non-sexual impact play scenes.

Because this wasn’t non-sexual.

He wanted her.

She wanted him.

“Did you lie?”He started to walk around behind her.Like prey trying to keep a predator in sight, she turned to follow his progress.

Crack.Again the crop struck the soft, pale skin of her inner arm.Then his hand tangled in her hair, jerking her head back, her scalp prickling with pain.

“Did you lie when you said you’d ask for what you wanted?”

“No… Sir.”She stumbled a little over the second word.Not because she had trouble saying it.

Because right now he didn’t just feel like a Dom, or a casual impact play partner—which was what she’d expected before actually meeting him.

As he held her by the hair, her body forced into a slight backbend, her hands bound and raised, her whole body throbbing from his precise use of the flogger…

He felt like her master.

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