Vienna Betrayal - Lila Dubois Page 0,12
it struck her ass, the blow harder than those to her back. She felt it, a solid thump with a few outlying stings where individual strands had nipped her.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Am I what, Sir?”
“Ein verzogener Fratz.”
She spoke enough German to get by, but his Austrian accent threw her off for a moment.
“A…warped?…something.”
Another blow to her ass, and the heat that lingered there multiplied.
“You spoke German before.”
Thwack.
“Only a little, Sir.”
Thwack.
For several minutes he concentrated on flogging her ass. The buildup of heat was tipping towards the point of pain. Alena was breathing deep but steady, shifting her weight foot to foot.
And after the pain would come pleasure. You’d get there faster if you gave up trying to build rapport with him and let yourself sink into the scene.
The next two blows fell on the back of each thigh in turn. She wanted him to continue flogging her ass, to focus there until she couldn’t think anymore. Until all she could do was submit.
He worked the flogger up and down the back of her legs with soft blows to each calf, heavy-handed ones on each thigh, and particularly ferocious, stinging ones on her sit spot. He carefully avoided the back of her knee, and didn’t let the tails wrap around her limbs.
When he paused to run his hand over her ass, down one leg and then up the other, her breath caught. The touch of his hand was a far less acute sensation than the flogger, but it wasn’t the physical impact she was reacting to, but the emotional one of having her Dom’s hands on her.
“You are taking it well.” His voice was dark and low, a bit rough, as if he needed to clear his throat.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She waited for him to say more. He said nothing. Her quiet man.
Dammit.
“What was that you said before, Sir, in German?”
“A spoiled brat.” His fingers curled around the lace band at the top of her thigh and began to roll her stocking down. “But that is not the right term for you.”
“No. I’m not a brat. I don’t throw tantrums or break rules as a way to goad my partner and top from the bottom.” Her plan had been to remain detached enough to—if not top from the bottom—at least influence their scene to ensure they established rapport.
“What do you do?” he asked.
“I ask for what I want. For what I need.”
He finished with her right stocking and started on the left. “Unusual.”
“My thigh highs, or that I ask for what I need?”
He finished with the second stocking and she lifted her foot so he could remove it.
When he stayed silent, she rose on her toes and pirouetted in place so she could see him. He was crouched, elbows on his knees, looking up at her.
The reversal of position might have held connotations of a reversal of roles, but there was no doubt who the Dom was. Alexander looked at her with the predatory gaze of a hunting bird, and the calm arrogance of a billionaire.
“You ask for what you need?” He raised one brow.
“Is that so unusual?”
“Some people. Many people…” Alexander picked up the flogger and stood. “…don’t know what they want.”
Alena started to turn back around, but he stopped her by reaching out and cupping her breast. He slid his thumb across her nipple, then palmed her breast, lifting it slightly.
With his other hand he raised the flogger, then smacked it down on the breast he held up.
Alena cried out, rising up on her toes as pain warmed her breast. One strand of the flogger had struck her nipple, and sensation zinged through her.
He bent bringing his face within inches of her abused breast. She couldn’t stop herself from arching her back, thrusting her nipple towards his mouth in a silent plea.
“Dangerous,” he all but growled. “I might bite, not suck.”
“You already bit me.”
“And it hurt?”
“Yes.” She strained forward. “Bite me, please, Sir.”
“Pain is what you want?”
She needed to say “no.” She should temper the moment, try and keep this light so she didn’t sink too deep into her own submission.
But he was touching her breast, her ass was smarting from the flogging, and her whole body felt warm and ripe, ready for him to use and abuse.
“I want it. I’m ready for it to hurt.” She licked her suddenly dry lips, and glanced at his face.
She met his gaze for just a moment, then submissively lowered her eyes. He rewarded her with a swipe of his thumb over her