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A lexander’s long fingers squeeze around mine, a signal that he’s not going to back down.

“Come. You wanted to see, let me show you.” His words wrap around me like the finest silk.

But then again, the devil always was a smooth talker.

“I get it. It’s a torture room.” I eye the bench in the middle of the room. Black leather covers the four pads that are dropped lower than the main portion of the bench.

“No, Megan.” He pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us. The soft click echoes in my ears. “Pleasure is found here.”

He walks around the room, past the bench to a wooden post in the corner. A thick black ring is mounted near the top and there’s a small platform at the bottom.

“Come here.” He crooks a finger at me, and I retreat a step.

“I’d rather not.”

“I can put you here or you can come here.” His eyes bore into me, almost as though he’s willing me to go to him on my own. This man can break me easily. He’s already proven I’m no physical match to him.

If he wants to tie me up and beat me, he’ll do it. And no one in this place will intervene.

But I’m not afraid of that, of his strength. I know I should be. And I’m sure a few sessions with a therapist are going to be in order when this whole ordeal is over, but there’s more than darkness in his stare.

Desire lingers there.

Each step I take in his direction seems to please him more and more. His sinister grin twists into one of satisfaction.

“Step here.” He points to the platform. “Back to the post.”

“Why?”

His arrogant grin returns.

“Because.”

“You’re not going to spank me again?” Did I actually just sound disappointed about that? I’ve really lost it.

“I haven’t decided what part of you to punish. But I know which parts I want to see, to touch.” He leans down to my ear. “To taste.”

Heat rolls through my veins and I step backward, the post hitting my back as I do.

He runs the back of his knuckles across my jawline.

“Good girl. Now remove your clothes.” He glances down at the light-blue sweater I’m wearing with a pair of jeans. “All of them.”

He turns his back on me, as though he just expects me to obey him. The arrogance of this man is enough to drive me crazy, and yet I find myself grabbing the hem of the sweater.

When I’ve pulled the sweater up over my head, I find him standing in front of me with a pair of leather cuffs connected by a long chain. My mouth dries and I hold the sweater over my chest, as though it’s some sort of shield.

“What are you going to do with those?” I ask stupidly. He must realize I’m aware of how silly my question is, because all he does is arch an eyebrow at me.

“You’re still dressed.” He gestures toward me with his chin. Looking past him, I see a small drawer in the side of the padded bench. It’s still open enough for me to see other chains and cuffs.

I shove out of my jeans and toss them onto the bench with my sweater, leaving me only in my blue cotton panties and my cream-colored bra.

Matching panty sets have never been my thing. Comfort has always overridden any sort of fashion rules. But now that I’m standing in this room with Alexander, I wish I’d taken some of the advice given in the magazines.

Alexander steps up to me, his eyes warming my skin as he looks down at me. Moving the cuffs to one hand, he brings his free hand to my shoulder, to the strap of my bra. Sliding his fingertip beneath the strap, he pulls it down over my shoulder until the cup of the bra frees my breast. Then he does the same with the other strap.

My nipples peak beneath the scrutiny of his gaze. He wraps his arm around to the back, finding the clasp of my bra. With expertise, he works the clasp open and the bra falls down the length of my arms. I catch it before it drops to the floor.

“Give me your hands,” he says, stepping back enough to allow room between us.

My panties are still on, but who am I to argue?

I toss the bra onto the pile of discarded clothing and hold up my hands. He tightens the cuffs, their leather pulling softly against my wrists with the movement, and brings them through the ring over my head.

The wood is cool against my back as I lean against it.

Alexander takes a step back, raking his gaze over me. I’ve never been insecure about my body. No more than anyone else, I suppose, but standing here on display like this with his eyes taking stock of me, I can’t help but want to curl into myself.

He takes his time shucking out of his suit jacket and laying it across the bench. Then he undoes the cuffs of his pale-gray shirt and folds the sleeves up to his elbows. Each fold is perfect before he moves on to the next one.

“Tell me, Megan. What should I do with you?” He runs the tip of his nose along my cheek, up to my ear. “Such a naughty girl today.”

My insides melt when his tongue flicks my earlobe.

“Such a bad, bad girl.” He grabs hold of my hips and pushes me back against the post. “Did you really think my men wouldn’t keep me informed of where you are?”

He brings his mouth to the soft flesh where my shoulder meets my neck and bites down. I wince at the sharp bite, but it’s short-lived. He licks away the mark.

“Did you think you’d be allowed to do anything that would prevent my baby from taking root in your belly?” He splays his hand across my stomach and presses.

“I… You’re being unreasonable.” It would be easier to be more forceful if he wasn’t touching me. He moves his hand from my hip to my ass, squeezing my cheek until I rise up on my toes.

“And then you leave my office when you were told to stay put. Instead. I find you down here in my club.” He kisses my collarbone, then flicks a tongue over my nipple as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me.

“I… she was hurt.” My words barely register they come out so weak and soft.

Alexander presses his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply.

“Such sweetness.” He slips one finger beneath the thin fabric covering my pussy and pulls it to the side. As he looks up at me, our eyes lock just before his tongue brushes across my clit.

My legs weaken, but the cuffs won’t let me buckle. I press myself back against the post for support.

“This pussy.” He licks his lips, then hooks his arm beneath one of my legs, pulling it up and resting it on his broad shoulder.

“Alexan—p” I can’t get the rest of his name out as his tongue swirls around my clit. I roll my head back against the post, grateful for the support it gives me.

He angles his head so he can run his tongue farther through my folds, teasing the entrance of my pussy. The metal chain linking the cuffs clinks against the iron loop they’re secured through as I squirm beneath his tongue.

Soft lashings across my clit drive me closer and closer to an edge I would gladly nosedive over.

“Such a naughty girl,” he mutters against my pussy, flattening his tongue against my clit and rubbing it in circles.

My eyes roll back as my muscles tighten, readying for the explosion that’s sure to happen.

I moan, arching my back to urge my hips toward him. I need more, just a little more.

He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I’m going to die. My heart can’t hammer this hard against my ribs and let me live.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I look down the length of me at this man kneeling in front of me. His dark eyes turn up at me and I’m lost to him, to the danger inside him.

“Ask, Megan. Beg for permission,” he orders, slipping two fingers just inside my pussy. “Beg me.”

What if he denies me again? He left me hungry and needy for a full night. If he does it again, what will I do? Will I be the good girl he seems to want, or do I continue fighting him and taking what I want?

“Just ask, baby.” He runs his tongue just over the top of my clit. Nowhere enough to give me what I want, but enough for him to make me give him what he needs.

“I need to come, Alexander. Please?” My wrists strain against the cuffs as I lean forward.

His lips spread wide as he leans into my pussy again.

“Ask again,” he says, swiping his tongue over me slowly.

Frustration curls my toes.

“Can I… oh fuck!” Before I can get the question out, he thrusts two fingers inside, curling them as he flicks his tongue over my clit. It’s too much to ignore.

The dam breaks. Waves of pleasure drown me and I’m lost to my orgasm. He never leaves me, his tongue lightly driving me through the waves, navigating me through the intense storm of pleasure until it slowly ebbs.

He presses a soft kiss just above my pussy, then to my thigh before he puts my foot back onto the ground. More kisses trail their way up my body as he gets back to his feet.

The taste of my arousal is strong on his lips when his mouth captures mine. He bites my lower lip softly when he breaks the kiss, lightly pressing his cheek to mine.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers.

The metallic jangle of a belt being unbuckled strikes my ears, cutting through the fog of my climax.

I blink his face into focus as he grins at me, stepping back and ripping his belt through the loops of his pants.

“Now your punishment can begin.”

In my confusion of the sudden change of the moment, he flips me around on the post. My cheek presses against the wood.

It takes another moment before I realize what’s he’s doing. And half a moment after that before the first lash of his belt lands across my ass.

I rise up on my toes, trying to get away from the fire. But there’s nowhere I can go.

And it’s worse. So much worse than the other times he’s spanked me.

There’s no arousal to dampen the pain of the leather kissing my skin. It’s pure, white-hot pain striking me across my ass cheeks, my thighs, and back to my ass.

I yank on my binds, but I’m going nowhere. Twisting a bit to avoid the belt only manages to wrap the leather around my hip.

He curses and grabs my waist, putting me back into position while muttering something in Russian.

“Alexander!” I cry out as the belt lands again.

In the next second the belt clanks to the platform at my feet and his hands are on me, spinning me back around to face him.

He captures my face with both hands, pushing my head back and crashing his mouth over mine. The intensity is nothing like I’ve ever experienced.

His fingers dig farther into my hair as he deepens the kiss.

Everything inside of me melts. The pain blurs back into need. To be touched by him. To be fucked by him.

To be owned by him.

His pants are shoved away and again he lifts my leg into the crux of his arm.

“I need to be inside you,” he mutters against my lips as he kisses me again, pushing the fat head of his cock against my entrance.

“Yes. Fuck me, Alexander. Please.” I kiss him back, needing the touch of his mouth against mine while he impales me.

“Megan,” he growls my name as though he’s not sure he should trust himself.

“Please,” I whisper my plea. “Please, Alexander.” Being whipped without the arousal to mask the true punishment of the leather has made my ass more tender. But the pain drives my need to have him make it all better.

“Fuck,” he groans as he slides his cock into my pussy. It’s slow, the stretch and burn, and I relish it.

He pins me to the post, and I throw my head back.

“I’m not a gentle man, baby,” he warns me, lining up our eyes.

“I know, Alexander. I don’t want gentle,” I say. “Not from you.”

He pulls back just enough for the head of his dick to rest inside my pussy before he drives forward.

I cry out as he pummels into me. He’s so deep it steals my breath away, but he’s not one for patience. Pulling back, he drives forward again.

And again.

And again, until my core tightens and my skin is alive with electric heat. I wrap my hands around the chains of my cuffs, using it as leverage to push back at him as he thrusts.

“Fuck, baby, oh fuck.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I cry out with the new pain.

“Oh God. I have to come. Please, Alexander. Please, can I come?” I beg him, not wanting to waste any time on games. I need him to drive me over the cliff, the only way he can.

He kisses my ear.

“Fucking come for me, baby. And make it loud.” He bites my neck. Harder than his last bite and slams his cock into me so hard I’m shoved against the post.

He wraps his free hand around my waist and grabs my ass where his belt has left a heated sting.

And I come unraveled, throwing my head back against the post as I scream out with my release.

“Good girl.” He licks my throat as the last of my orgasm fades. “Good fucking girl.” He plows into me again and again and again until he stills.

Throwing his head back, he unleashes an animalistic roar as his cock spills his hot seed inside of me.

I sag against the cuffs, rolling my head to rest on one of my arms as I try to catch my breath.

Alexander eases my foot down as he slips out of me. He kisses my cheek.

“Give me a second to get you down, baby.” He quickly gets the cuffs undone and off the post. He lifts me up into his arms and I rest against his chest as he wraps a blanket over me.

When did he get that out?

I’m too tired to care. I wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling farther into him as he sits us down.

“You shouldn’t be holding me like this,” I say, losing myself in the warm spice of his cologne.

“No? Why is that?” He tucks the blanket tighter around me.

“It makes it harder to hate you.” My eyelids are heavy, so I close them. I’ll tell him later he can’t keep me. I’ll explain he has to let me go.

And he’s just going to have to listen to me for once.