Page 44 of The Enslaved Duet

Another shock, this one longer than the others so that I had to clench my teeth and bite my fingernails into my palms to keep from coming.

I stood when I could, aware of the slick of arousal cooling on my legs. Alexander dipped down and ran a finger through the dampness before bringing it to my lips.

They parted instinctively, and I sucked on his index finger as it slid over my tongue.

Clean, salty, and slightly sweet.

I watched the narrow rim of grey still fighting against his dilated pupils disappear as I swirled my tongue around him.

He tried to pull away, and I sucked harder. When he shot me an angry Dom look, I bit down with my teeth to keep him against my tongue.

I only released him on a yelp when he brought one huge hand around to slap against my backside.

“Down,” he growled.

Triumph bloomed inside me at the telltale growl. His control was slipping, and it was my game to crush it entirely.

I slinked up the ottoman and knelt over the short, raised back of it so that my spine arched in a steep slope from the high arch of my ass. I rested my forehead on my crossed forearms and tried to breathe steadily.

Alexander circled me once, twice, gently unpeeling the electric pads from my skin and then he stopped behind me for a long minute.

Crack.

The whip he’d held in one hand went snapping down against my exposed buttocks. My hips jerked forward instinctively, my hands jolting back to rub away the terrible burn.

“Resume your position,” he barked.

“Please, Master,” I tried, but his hand at my back shoved me face down into the back rest, and my plea was lost.

“Keep your hands away from you ass,bella. I don’t want to hurt them with the whip. Now, I’m going to give you five strikes to each cheek, and then, if you beg very prettily, I’ll fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”

I nodded into my hands, my eyes squeezed shut and my breath regulated as if it would help cut the pain of the impending whiplash.

His hand slapped against the mark of the whip on my ass and then rubbed firmly so that the pain deepened and radiated through my pussy.

My whole body started to shake.

“Whenever I give you an order, I expect a ‘yes, Master,’ or ‘thank you, Master.’ Now, I want you to count each strike and thank me for them. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered.

The whipping that commenced should have shattered me. Each strike was short and hot like a branding iron against my skin, so painful and sharp it seared deep into my flesh to my very bones. My body was on fire, the flames licking away every inch of my skin and muscles and bones, leaving only my spirit exposed and quaking on the ottoman.

I had no voice, no thoughts or protests, just a deep need for my raw nerves to be contained before they split apart.

Alexander dropped the whip the moment I whispered, “Ten, Master, thank you.”

The next moment, he was inside me, thrusting through my slippery cunt without one ounce of resistance. I groaned, my head listlessly between my shoulders as he set a punishing pace. The sound of his balls hitting my drenched pussy rang out through the room, cutting through the harsh pace of our combined breath.

One of his hands grasped my left ass check hard, reigniting the burn so that I whimpered and yelped. The other slid over my shoulder to grasp my chin.

“Look at us,bella,” Alexander demanded as he forced my face up and locked eyes with me in the reflection of the mirror opposite. “Look how right it is for me to fuck you like this. For your sweet body to take my pain and my cock. Look how you blossom even more beautifully than you normally are.”

It was true; my eyes were bright gold coins in my flushed, damp face, and my lips were so red they winked like rubies as I panted. Alexander’s big body was curved over me, his abs tight and gleaming, damp gold hair falling into his furiously aroused face. He looked like a king fucking a servant girl because it was his right.

I squeezed my eyes shut as an orgasm gripped me by the throat and wrenched away my breath. My cum splashed out on his thrusting cock, wetting his thighs and the ottoman below us. The hand on my chin went into my hair and fisted it so that he could ride my orgasm out, fucking into me so hard that the one orgasm split into two, then fractured into four.

I submitted to it all, allowing Alexander to play my body and claim my mind as ruthlessly as he wished, and I was ultimately rewarded with a coarse shout that heralded his own climax.