My fingers pressed hard into my clit so I wouldn’t come, and my breath stuttered out of my lungs like an old engine rattling under the hood of a car.
“Crawl.”
I was going to cry.
The tears pushed at the backs of my eyes, creeping along the seam of my eyelids and finally, despite my efforts, they fell. The wetness was scorching against my cheeks. I could hear the splat of each drop fall to the floor in Alexander’s compressing silence.
His utter stillness and calm only served to emphasise the riot of sensations raging through my body and the small sounds I made to release the pressure as they mounted inside me. I panted, cried, groaned, and whimpered. Alexander seemed to collect each confirmation of my arousal and pain like precious gems.
I had no doubt he wanted to polish them to a higher shine.
Finally, I reached him, stopping only when my cheek was pressed to the inside of his knee. My tears and sweat saturated the fabric. Alexander placed a hand on my head, and it centered my buzzing electrons like a lightning conductor.
My tears dried up with one last hiccough.
“Such a good little mouse,” he praised.
If it wasn’t for the thick erection pressing violently against his trousers beside my cheek, I wouldn’t have known he was aroused at all.
A shiver zipped my spine straight vertebrae by vertebrae.
Why did I find his barely leashed restraint so alluring?
“Up here. Kneel over the back,” he said as he stood up into my kneeling form, forcing his cock against my cheek and dragging it up my forehead as he reached his full height.
Suddenly, I wanted it out of his trousers and in my mouth.
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 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.