and there were no shadows, only a feeling of gilded stillness, impish and fleeting.
You don’t have to feel guilty. You’re not going to hurt him, just use him for information. He’s a billionaire—everyone around him is using him for something, and vice-versa.
And you didn’t manipulate him during the scenes, just before and after. What happened in the scene was pure, unrelated to what you’re about to do.
It was a paper thin distinction, but she clung to it.
He’d asked “when what?”
And it was time for her to answer.
Alena took a deep breath, reminded herself how much she’d put into getting here, and did what she needed to do.
“When I have to spend tomorrow night alone. I wish we had one more night together.”
His lips parted as he sighed. She wanted to kiss him.
Alexander ran one hand from the top of her ass along her spine and into her hair. She tensed, but he didn’t grab. Instead he cupped the back of her head and gently pushed her down until her cheek rested on her forearms once more.
He began kneading her ass and thighs—he was working the muscles to make sure they didn’t cramp, but like a deep tissue massage, it hurt.
She yelped and twitched when he hit a particularly sore spot. And each time he did, her ass clenched around the plug.
And her pussy throbbed in response to his caring cruelty.
After many long minutes he finished. Gathering her hair in a tail, he tugged gently. “Up on your elbows.”
Last time she’d done this, it had been so he could slide his cock into her mouth. This time once she’d raised her chest and shoulders, his hand moved from her hair to her dangling breasts, and he plucked her nipples.
“I had planned to play with your breasts.” Alexander punctuated the statement with a little flick of her nipple.
Alena’s pussy throbbed as he rolled her right nipple then tugged twice before releasing it to play with her other breast.
“You want to know what other dark things I imagined?” His voice had deepened, and she was no longer sure this was aftercare.
Was it another intermission?
“Are you trying to scare me off?” she asked.
“No. Not anymore. You like it when I tell you… When I describe what I’d do to you.”
And her butt cheeks throbbed and her ass clenched around the plug, still deep inside her, an ever present reminder of her submission.
He grabbed her ass and squeezed. She yelped.
“Did that hurt?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
He pinched her ass, eliciting another cry. She was mentally preparing herself for the scene to start up again when he grabbed the base of the plug and wiggled it side to side. Alena shivered and raised her hips.
“Stay. I mean stay still.” She heard the correction, and her heart clenched.
Alexander worked the plug with small tugs, then started to pull harder, forcing her body to open around the wide section.
Used and stretched as she was, it didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. And it was also arousing. Her pussy throbbed with desire even as she whimpered.
“Shhh, relax now.” He gently tugged her nipples, as if rewarding her for holding still as he withdrew the plug.
She whimpered when it slid all the way out, the whimper becoming a moan as he pressed it in again, starting up a rhythm. The thrusts were gentle, her well worked and lubed ass opening easily as the plug pressed in only to be withdrawn again.
“I’d planned to fuck your ass too. Dildos. I’d use dildos, in graduated sizes. Force your ass to open.” He wiggled the plug. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I told you I wanted to do dark things to you.”
He’d gone quiet when they first got to this room, but now he was speaking more, as he had during the climax of the scene, and with the same more casual cadences that he normally used.
It was puzzling, because the contrast was so stark. She wanted to ask him about it, to find out why he’d first claimed to prefer being “succinct” only to become a masterful dirty talker.
She wanted answers, but those weren’t the answers she was here to get.
He withdrew the plug. Her body pulsed as her ass clenched fully closed for the first time in over an hour.
Alexander slid his arm under her shoulders and help her to ease off his lap and onto the couch beside him. She hissed when her weight pressed down on her abused ass.
Alexander stood. “Lay on your back, knees bent, legs spread so I