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  His expression didn’t change, but his eyes sparkled with evil Dom amusement.

  He ran his hand over her ass, then flipped her skirt up, baring her ass…and her pussy.

  Absolon was far enough away he probably couldn’t see details, but he would be able to tell she didn’t have any underwear on. Alexander was showing her off, putting her on display, yet she was totally safe.

  Alena shivered in very real arousal.

  The distinctive sound of a belt being pulled through belt loops made her hum in delighted anticipation.

  Alexander cleared his throat.

  Oh. Right.

  “Master, no, please. I’ll be good. I only wanted to show you that I can be pleasing.”

  He unfastened the garter clips on the backs of her thighs, then tucked them out of the way.

  Alena waited, panting in anticipation. Leather cracked against the back of her thighs, a hard, sweet sting. Alena’s toes curled, her head dropped between her arms and the heat from the blow radiated throughout her entire body. She needed this. Needed him.

  A second slap of the belt, to the other thigh. Then a third, a fourth.

  “Shouldn’t you scream?” Alexander whispered.

  “Do it harder and I will.”

  The next blow landed on the sole of her foot. That hurt, and she did shriek.

  “I will punish you, truly, if you continue to top from the bottom,” he scolded, words too low for Absolon to hear.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Better. Now scream like this hurts instead of turning you on and making your pussy so wet you’re coating the inside of your thighs.”

  Alexander brought the belt down on her thighs, this time lashing both at once. Alena wanted to sink into the moment, but she made sure to cry out in pain, express the pain in a way she normally didn’t in a scene.

  He worked her over for another ten lashes, focusing on her thighs and studiously avoiding her ass, which only made her long for him to spank her bottom, either with the belt, his hand…or the spoon. She wanted that intensity again.

  “Up,” he commanded.

  Alena slid off the ottoman, then swayed as if that had made her weak from pain rather than arousal.

  “Strip.”

  Alena reached for the zipper of her skirt, and glanced at the door with her peripheral vision. The door was still open a crack. They still had an audience.

  Good.

  Alena let the skirt fall to the floor, then undid the last remaining button and shrugged the shirt off, then removed the garter belt and rolled the stockings down and off.

  “Give me those.” He pointed to the stockings.

  Alena carefully unrolled them, then held them out. Alexander took them, tested their tensile strength, then nodded in satisfaction. He flipped one over her shoulder, and stretched the other one between his fists.

  “Open.”

  Alena took a half step back and shook her head. Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “Open your mouth.”

  “Please, Master, I—”

  Alexander forced the stocking between her teeth, wrapping it around her head once so it passed between her lips twice, and then knotted the ends behind her head.

  It was a cruel gag, forcing her lips back, her tongue uncomfortable in her mouth. She shook her head at him, and he rewarded her with a hard pinch to each nipple.

  Alena’s eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure. Alexander twisted her nipples sharply, and she shrieked at the uptick in pain.

  “Better,” he murmured.

  When he spun her around and forced her arms together behind her back, she struggled, just a little. It wasn’t just for show; she liked the fight, liked to feel him overpower her. Submission by force, he’d called it. Last night there had been none of that, just two people making love, finding release when they needed it.

  Today it was all pain and kink. Having a man who could do both was a dream so few women would ever get to live.

  And you won’t have it for much longer.

  He tied her elbows together. A stress position that squeezed her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out.

  “Right foot on the ottoman,” he barked, holding her by her bound arms. Alena started to kneel but he reprimanded her with a slap to her breasts. “I said right foot.”

  Confused, but obedient, she placed her right foot on the ottoman, her left on the floor, her left leg carrying most of her weight.

  Alexander forced her to bend, her head now towards the door.

  He’s protecting your bad knee.

  Though it felt fine, having him fuck her doggy style wouldn’t have been fully comfortable, and he’d realized that before she did. The thought came to her even as she felt him grab her hips and pull her back onto his cock.

  Alena hung her head as the head of his dick slid into her. That sweet pressure inside her was almost enough to make her come. She might have if not for the uncomfortable position of her arms and the awkward feel of one leg up and one leg down.

  And that was, in its own way, arousing. He’d made it so she couldn’t find release, no matter how badly she wanted it. He was torturing her, toying with her, and she loved it even as she hated him.

  “That’s right,” Alexander growled, loud enough that she knew the words weren’t just for her but for Absolon. “You’re my little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

  Alena nodded.

  “I’m going to use you, fuck you, and then you’re going to lick my cock clean.” His breathing was speeding up and he was moving fast, bouncing her ass off his hips in a rapid thrusting pattern. “If you beg, maybe I’ll whip your clit. Maybe that will be enough to make you come. But maybe it will just hurt. Make you sore.”

  When the man stopped being quiet, his dirty talk game was wonderful.

  She would have added her own commentary if not for the horrid gag. All she could do was listen to his words, feel his cock fucking her as he controlled everything—her movement, her ability to speak.

  Alexander’s cock twitched in her and she knew he was about to come. She squeezed her vaginal muscles tight and heard him curse as he finished inside her with three rapid, brutal thrusts.

  Alena had been watching the door through half-closed eyes, and as Alexander came, Absolon silently slid it closed.

  Behind her Alexander was panting, but Alena was very turned on, and not nearly done with him. She looked back over her shoulder and hoped he could see in her eyes, her expression that she needed more.

  Alexander was breathing hard, and there was sweat at his temples. He glanced at the door, and Alena nodded to confirm that Absolon was gone.

  He helped her stand and she internally sighed that the moment was probably over, and she’d just have to hope that this evening she could beg him to play with her or pleasure her. Hopefully both.

  Alexander tucked his cock into his pants and blew out a long breath. Then he motioned for her to turn. A second later her arms were free. She reached up for the gag, but he stopped her.

  “Did I say you could do that?” His voice was stern, disappointed.

  Alena looked at him, eyes wide.

  “Now it’s just for us.” He picked up his belt. “On your back on the ottoman, knees bent and spread.”

  She looked at the belt in his hand and shook her head frantically.

  “I said on your back. Legs spread. I was going to use just the tip to spank your pussy, but if you continue to defy me, I will use the full belt.” His voice was merciless.

  Alena’s skin heated and she scrambled to obey, sitting on her smarting thighs and then laying back, bracing her heels near her ass and spreading her knees.

  Alexander looked down at her, belt in hand. As she watched, he folded it in half, holding the ends in his right hand. Had she been too slow, was he going to belt her pussy? She whimpered.

  “Hold your breasts. I want you to hurt your nipples for me.”

  Alena eagerly grabbed her own tits, rolling her nipples between tightly pinched index fingers and thumbs.
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  “Good.” He struck the inside of her thighs with his doubled belt, casual strikes that were more noisy than impactful. Alena pinched and pulled her nipples. When that wasn’t enough pain, she started using her nails.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured as he dropped to his knees. “As is this.” He spread her pussy open with two fingers.

  Alena raised her head and watched as he raised the end of the belt, holding it about a foot back from the curved tip. He swung it a few times then slapped it against her mound, just above her clit. Alena’s hips came up off the ottoman.

  “I like this view,” he murmured, and she doubted he understood how sexy that was to hear him say. “And your lovely, soft little clit.” He leaned in, tasted it with the tip of his tongue.

  She was close to orgasm, closer than she’d thought, and again she raised herself, trying to press her pussy against his mouth.

  “No,” he commanded. “You will remain still and accept your punishment.”

  She settled down, whimpering.

  “I’m going to beat your clit because I want to. And because I know you don’t just want me to. You need me to.”

  The tip of the belt cracked down on her clit and Alena screamed into the gag, her nails digging into her own breasts. The sensation was sharp and direct, all those thousands of nerve endings registering pain that was close to pleasure because of how turned on she was, because of the bondage and domination that preceded the strike.

  The second spank to her clit was softer, the third a bit harder.

  Alena was panting almost helplessly now. Her whole body jerking with each blow.

  “Two more,” he murmured softly. “Then I’ll lick your pretty clit until you come.” He kissed the inside of each thigh. “But they will be harder than the others.”

  She whimpered and shook her head, rolling it side to side on the ottoman.

  “Yes,” Alexander said mercilessly. “You may scream if you need to.”

  Alena nodded, tears in her eyes, but these were very different than those she’d cried last night. These were tears of pain and pleasure and need.

  Smack.

  The sound was small, but the pain exploded through her. Alena’s breath froze in her chest, ruling out the possibility of a scream. Before she could drag in air, before she had fully processed the intense sensations, he struck her clit again.

  This time she let out a moaning wail, her thighs reflexively closing to protect her most intimate flesh. They closed on Alexander’s head, because his mouth was already headed for her clit. His tongue was soft and warm, gentle and soothing against her throbbing clit.

  The orgasm ripped through her, surprising her because she’d thought it would take longer, that though the pain from the clit spanking was emotionally arousing it would be too physically overwhelming for any additional clit stimulation to be enjoyable. If he’d used his fingers it might have been, but his tongue was soft and gentle, the strokes steady and relentless.

  She wrapped her legs around him, hoped he didn’t suffocate, and then came with his face buried in her pussy.

  The orgasm was long and tight, her calf muscles starting to cramp so she had to force herself to relax her legs.

  Alena collapsed back onto the ottoman, her whole body limp.

  Alexander kissed her clit once more, wringing a little shiver out of her overtaxed body, then shifted so he could reach up and pull the gag out of her mouth.

  Alexander lay his head on her thigh, his face close to her pussy, as her breathing slowly evened out. Finally, Alena sighed and licked her lips.

  “I think that if he doesn’t figure it out after that, he’s too stupid to actually be the one behind all this,” she said, still sounding breathless.

  Alexander hummed in agreement, then casually slid a finger into her pussy. Alena sucked in a breath.

  “I have to go back to work,” he murmured. “But I will take you upstairs first.” He rose and helped her sit up.

  “But before I leave I’m going to put a plug in your ass, tie you to my bed, and put a remote control vibrator inside your pussy.”

  Alena’s gaze met his and there was such raw dominant arousal there that her body, which she’d thought was totally satiated, began to heat with desire once more.

  “And when I’m done with work. You’ll be there, waiting for me. Aroused. Helpless. Naked.”

  “Oh god, Alexander, how am I already so turned on again?” She licked her lower lip and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder as if she could hide from the monstrous need he stirred in her.

  “And then I’m going to put you over my knee, spank you, fuck your ass with the plug, and then make you suck my cock until I’m ready to fuck your pussy.”

  She shivered in his arms.

  Alexander smiled against her shoulder. She could feel it.

  Then he leaned away from her and pushed himself briskly to his feet.

  “Shall we?” He held out her shirt.

  Trembling with arousal, Alena looked up at him, incredulous.

  He grinned. If she’d had a shoe nearby, she would have thrown it.

  But she stood up and got dressed. On the walk upstairs, she realized he’d probably said all that just to turn her on, so he could leave her sexually frustrated when he left her in the apartment again.

  But once they were inside, Alexander proved that he’d meant every word.

  With the exception of a pair of lace panties which he’d added, pushing the crotch between the lips of her pussy before pulling them tight, all in an effort to keep the egg vibrator in her pussy, everything was exactly as he’d said. A plug in her ass, a vibrator in her pussy, her arms and legs spread to the corners of the bed, secured by nylon rope to the legs of the bed.

  He stood in the doorway, testing the vibrator, which he controlled with an app on his phone. Apparently satisfied, he cast one last glance over her helpless body and walked out of the room.

  The vibrator was still until after she heard the front door close, then it started to buzz against her g-spot.

  Alena arched her back, clenched down on the plug, and bit her lip.

  When it stopped, she dropped back, panting. As wonderful as all this was, the most arousing part was the pressure of the pearl collar around her throat.

  Neither one of them had drawn attention to the fact that she once more wore his collar. She only hoped that didn’t make him pull away from her the way it had last time she’d worn one for him.

  Chapter 11

  “Is there anything else?” the event planner asked.

  Her real name was Sofie Huber, but she was going by Sofia Hofer in her role as a specialist event planner who’d flown in from Amsterdam this morning in order to refine the details of the party. His housekeeper had taken everything in stride; the chef had looked a little stressed out until he heard it was a small event with only thirty guests.

  The RTW agent who would be running the event security hadn’t said much, mostly nodded and taken notes.

  Discussion of set up had been run by Absolon, who had the most to do since the safe transport and display of art was a time-consuming process. He’d be bringing in staff from the storage company they used here in Vienna—art and antiquities storage was its own entire industry.

  Alena listened and nodded during the meeting, occasionally offering a comment in a soft voice. Sofie had introduced her as Alexander’s “guest of honor.” The housekeeper had nodded, though her expression made it clear she was confused. Chef looked similarly confused, but also didn’t ask questions.

  Absolon, however, looked smug. The cat that knew who ate the canary, and didn’t intend to share that secret with anyone.

  “And the guest list?” the RTW rep asked. “I’ll need that to run checks.”

  Sofie shook her head. “Mr. Wagner vouches for each guest personally.”

  “We can’t guarantee—”

  “As I said, Mr. Wagner vouches for each guest.” Sofie eyed each person around the table in the s
mall meeting room several doors down from where Alena and Alexander had put on the little show for Absolon. Today he had on a printed silk scarf with a gray dress shirt, and the lenses of his glasses occasionally reflected the light in such a way that she couldn’t see his eyes, which she found disconcerting.

  “Is there anything else?” Sofie tapped her pen against the portfolio she held.

  “I will be attending the event,” Absolon declared.

  Alena held perfectly still, and tried not to react. This was actually a possibility she and Rolf had discussed. The intention had always been to make the gala seem as real as possible. Alexander had no real idea of how much his staff gossiped, so they had to assume that a member of the kitchen or wait staff, who would be on-site, might report back to the other household staff members.

  Did Absolon want to attend because he was suspicious… or because he wanted to see more? She and Alexander might have overplayed their hand.

  “I’m afraid you’re not on the guest list,” Sofie declared.

  “I am responsible for the art that we will be bringing in. Given the ridiculously short timeline, my staff and I will not be able to make all the preparations we normally would. I want to make sure my art is safe for the duration.”

  “I will consult with Mr. Wagner.” Sofie rose, indicating the meeting was done. “I will consult with the florist regarding the decor but I’m available by phone if any of you find yourselves unable to handle your responsibilities in relation to this event.”

  Everyone else rose, watching Sofie as she walked out the door. Alena hung back wanting to see if she could catch any side conversations among the other staff. Since most of them had seen her here before, there was the chance they would say something in front of her that they wouldn’t say in front of Sofie.

  Everyone but Absolon nodded her way as they left, and she had to remind herself that friendly smiling was not the Austrian way.

  “A moment of your time?” Absolon asked her.