He pulled her to him and slipped his fingers into her pretty lacy panties. With a jerk he ripped them from her body. Alex gasped, but before she could protest, he gripped her sex, covering it with his hand and pressing hard fingers into her.
“You’re soaked,” he announced. “Of course you are. Because you’re a slut. You’re a dirty little slut who needs to be taken firmly in hand.” Alex flushed at his crude words but couldn’t deny it. His fingers still buried inside her, he ordered, “Take off that bra unless you want me to rip it off too.”
With trembling fingers she obeyed. He let her go and stepped back, raking her naked body with his eyes. “What about those? I seem to remember those are your slave cuffs from your former Masters. Take them off.”
Alex stared down at the silver bracelets. “I—I can’t take them off. There’s a key but I don’t have it.”
“Then I’ll cut them off.”
“No! No, don’t do that. No.” Alex put her hands behind her back.
Anthony stared hard at her but then backed down. “Very well. You can keep them—for now. But when I claim you, I will remove them. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She whispered the word.
His expression softened and he stroked her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Alexandra. I’m sorry if I was harsh, but when I give an order you must obey instantly. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Anthony smiled. “Very nice. You will call me Sir. Or Master.” He moved toward the rack, pulling her with him. “I want to take your measure. See what you can tolerate.” She noticed there were thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs hanging from the top rungs of the rack.
“Come stand here. I’m going to flog you and you need to be properly restrained.”
She could have run then. She could have listened to the niggling whisper in her brain instead of the raging heat in her cunt. But she didn’t. She stepped willingly onto the rack and lifted her arms toward the cuffs that easily covered her silver bracelets. Anthony quickly secured her wrists close together on two center rungs.
Next he removed the other two cuffs and placed them on her ankles, clipping them closed. He moved behind her and, in one deft movement, he lifted her. Supporting her in one strong arm, he jerked one of her legs upward and attached the clip of the ankle cuff to a rung on the far top side of the rack.
Alex struggled, panicked and unclear as to what he was doing. He ignored her, quickly securing the second ankle so she was hung from both wrists and ankles from the top of the rack, her ass the lowest point of her body, her legs spread wide.
“Hey. I can’t do this. I don’t bend like this. Let me down!” Though the cuffs were thick, her position exerted painful pressure against her ankles and wrists and she wasn’t used to being bent at this angle, her legs spread just wider than was comfortable.
“Be quiet or I’ll gag you,” Anthony’s smooth voice had become harsh. “You’re fine. Stop sniveling like a coward. Show me the courage I know you possess.”
He left her, disappearing through the hole in the floor that led to his bedroom. She jerked hard against her cuffs but only succeeded in swaying. She was immobilized and completely at Anthony’s mercy.
She opened her mouth to scream but his head appeared at that instant and then he was up and back into the room. He was holding a thick braided flogger in one hand, a riding crop in the other. He stuck the crop into his belt and came to her.
“I don’t mind if you cry out. No one will hear you. But the longer you can stay quiet, the easier it will go on you.” He stroked her body with those long-fingered hands and she shivered, trying to twist away from him.
“Stop it,” he said softly as he moved his hand toward her splayed sex. “You know you need this. You look so hot like that, Alexandra. So vulnerable.”
“Please, Anthony. Sir. I’m not comfortable. This is making me really nervous. I need you to let me down.” She tried to keep the hysteria she felt rising from her voice. If he could just hear her, surely he’d listen.
He stepped back and slapped her cheek. She was so startled she didn’t make a sound but merely stared at him in surprise. “You need what I tell you you need. And right now what you need is a serious flogging. After that we’ll see.”
The rack was just tall enough for him to stand beneath. He moved to her side and struck her ass with the flogger. Bent as she was, she felt its sting more sharply than if she’d been standing. He struck her back, her legs, her breasts, even her arms and bottoms of her feet.