Vienna Betrayal - Lila Dubois Page 0,26

that. Had made herself better than that. If she wanted thousand-dollar lingerie she could purchase it. The only reason she’d opted to make her own was because she’d know there was a strong possibility that she would end up losing it, and brand names and other information on clothing tags could be tracked.

“You are new to the club, I believe?” Rolf’s words knocked her out of the downward mental spiral. “Let me introduce you to a few people.” Rolf gestured with his glass.

“No.” Alexander’s voice was cool and clipped.

The fine hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end as his warm hand settled on the small of her back. All the feelings of not-belonging, of being unworthy, faded the minute he touched her.

Stupid, Magdalena. Very stupid.

Rolf’s attention shifted from her to Alexander and back. Alexander’s hand on her naked body grounded her in the moment, the past and future both muted. She could feel the tension between them and Alena indulged in a brief fantasy of them fighting over her.

It was just fantasy, of course. She wasn’t a prize to be won. But she also wouldn’t object to seeing the men stripped down, oiled up, and wrestling.

The fact that she hadn’t yet seen Alexander naked was clearly messing with her mind.

Alena shifted ever so slightly, just enough so that her arm and shoulder brushed against Alexander.

He’d been able to read her body language last night. Would he understand this message as well?

I choose you. I want you.

Her movements, small though they had been, broke the men’s stalemate. Rolf glanced at her and smiled. “A pleasure, Alena. Until next time.”

“No,” her quiet man said again.

“No?” Rolf asked.

“No.” Alexander plucked the glass from her hand and passed it to the server, who nodded and finally walked away.

Rolf murmured, “We will see.”

Alexander watched Rolf walk away, then to her surprise, Alexander exchanged nods with Solomon.

Alena spun to face Alexander, prepared to set him straight if he accused her of soliciting the other Dom’s attention.

But when she looked at him, Alena’s mind went blank and her libido started howling with approval.

Alexander hadn’t just gotten his kit. He’d changed clothes.

Now he wore Dom leathers. He’d gone from handsome corporate shark to dangerously sexy biker Dom.

The button down shirt had been replaced by a plain gray t-shirt that hugged his biceps, shoulders, and pectorals, showing off the muscles she’d felt, but not seen, last night.

As sexy as the shirt was, his leather pants were the real star of the outfit.

“Dom leathers.” Alena reached out, but paused. “May I, Sir?”

Alexander raised one eyebrow but nodded. Alena ran a single finger from the waistband down his muscled thigh. He fidgeted, crossing his arms, and she swore she could see his cock twitch under the lace-up fly.

When she reversed course, trailing her finger up his tense thigh, Alexander grabbed her wrist, lifting her hand away.

“It’s time for your punishment.”

Alena hid a smile. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 7

“Up,” Alexander tapped one finger on the spanking bench. “Get in position.”

Alena stepped in close, hesitating for just a moment. This piece of equipment was better than the post as far as limiting the strain to her leg.

But it meant that her ass was most definitely getting spanked again, and she was still a little sore.

The spanking bench was well made, with the touches and details only someone familiar with the lifestyle would have bothered with, such as the way the torso support was angled, raising the ass slightly higher than the head.

The padded rails for the knees were spaced nearly half a meter apart. This was irrefutably a piece that not only allowed a sub to be strapped down, ass raised and perfectly positioned for punishment, but also kept her legs spread, her pussy exposed and accessible.

If she hadn’t amended her list, she doubted he’d have selected this particular piece, which gave him easy access to both sex and ass.

She couldn’t turn back now, even though apprehension and anticipation were making her stomach knot.

Alena slowly exhaled, then grabbed onto the angled top and put her right shin and knee on one padded knee piece. Shifting her weight to the right, she lifted her left leg, settling that knee in place, her legs spread wide.

As she got into position, the g-string shifted, drawing tight between her cheeks, rubbing her asshole. Her pussy lips spread along with her knees, and she was fairly certain that once she lay forward she’d be putting on a very lewd display—her labia spread on either