Vienna Betrayal - Lila Dubois Page 0,47

it to force her knees up towards her shoulder.

He took a narrow leather strap and looped it around the spreader bar, then fed the other end through the ring on the front of her collar. He buckled the strap, preventing her from straightening her legs.

She was folded in half yet spread wide, every part of her body that a Dom could want to abuse easily accessible—her breasts, sex, and ass all exposed and vulnerable.

Alena whimpered, swallowing the spit that had gathered in her mouth thanks to the clamp.

Alexander braced one hand on the bed beside her ribs, leaning over so she could see his face. “You’re helpless,” he murmured.

This time her whimper wasn’t one of pain, but of desire. Being so lewdly spread could have been embarrassing, but it also provided a sense of helplessness that was an aphrodisiac. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get away.

He was going to use and play with her, hurt her and pleasure her.

Alena opened her eyes, wishing she could talk, could tell him all the things she was feeling.

Alexander slid his thumb into her partially open mouth. With the clamp preventing her teeth from closing, she had no way to stop him.

His thumb explored the inside of her cheek, her teeth. Then he rubbed his wet finger over her clamped nipples.

Wet made her nipples cold, and that only added to the sweet aching pain from the clamps.

Alexander disappeared for a moment, but when he came back, he was holding a square footstool. He set it down at the side of the bed, then grabbed her hips, pulling her ass to the very edge of the bed.

Once he sat, he would have an up-close view and uninhibited access to her pussy and ass.

Before he took a seat, Alexander held up something for her to see. It looked like a plain black pen.

She shifted her attention to him and raised a brow.

“The tip,” was all he said.

There was a lewd joke she could have made had she been able to talk. Since that wasn’t an option, she looked at the pen more carefully. The tip was solid black, and seemed to be made of molded plastic, with no hint of a hole for ink to come through.

It was a stylus pen. What was he…

This time when she looked at him, it was with wide eyes, and she started to shake her head, or at least as much as she was able to.

Alexander grinned and sat on the stool. Cool air washed over her inner labia and clit—he was blowing on her pussy. Then his fingers spread her open even more, so her clit was totally vulnerable and exposed.

Then he ran the stylus over her clit. It felt sharp, and she screamed, both in protest and in reaction to the nerve-jangling sensation.

It wasn’t really sharp. She knew that, intellectually.

Again the tip of the stylus ran over her clit, along the edge of the hood. Her thigh muscles trembled in reaction.

The feeling was so acute and novel that she couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it. This was wicked torment of her most intimate flesh. Pleasure that veered toward pain. Pain that was almost pleasure.

He flicked the tip of her clit with his thumb, then starting drawing a spiral on her clit with the stylus. As the spiral circled around her clit, her legs began shaking, and her stomach clenched. Her hairline was damp with sweat, her nipples and tongue ached, and…

And she hoped this moment went on forever.

“Keep your knees spread.”

“Leave my poor clit alone,” Alena panted.

“No. I’ll play with you as long as I want. In any way I want.”

His hand slid between her thighs, his chest brushing her back. When his fingers dipped into her pussy, finding the pool of wetness, he swirled it up and around her clit, which was hypersensitive after the torment of the stylus.

Or maybe it was hypersensitive because in the hours they’d been playing he had yet to let her come. The devious bastard always pulled back, stopped touching her, just before the orgasm would have claimed her.

After tormenting her pussy with the stylus, he’d worked her ass with anal beads, pairing that with a gentle hand spanking of her pussy.

Then the bastard had yanked the clamps off and made her suck his cock while her nipples and labia throbbed, her sore tongue working the underside of his cock.

And now she was on her knees on the bed, black leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, with