Vienna Betrayal - Lila Dubois Page 0,49

my cock to make yourself come. Focus on pleasing me.”

Alena rose up, slid down, rose up again. “I read an article once, written by a man, that female penetration orgasms were a myth.”

“Hearing you talk about other men makes me want to paddle your ass.”

Alena found her rhythm, rising up then sinking down in a motion that wasn’t perfectly straight up and down, but more of a circle. Her thigh muscles started to tremble, and she worried she wouldn’t be able to keep this up.

When Alexander splayed his fingers on her lower belly, his thumb wiggling between the lips of her sex and dancing over her clit, Alena knew she needed to make him come, fast, because she wasn’t going to be able to hold back her own orgasm with his finger on her swollen, wet clit.

Abandoning the slow rise and fall, she sank all the way down and then started to rock forward and back, his cock sliding in and out only a few inches as she shifted forward and back.

His thumb was relentless on her clit, moving in soft, rhythmic circles.

Her belly muscles were tight, her breathing fast. The ache from her abused nipples added to the pleasure, as did the sight of him gloriously naked under her. She wanted to run her hands over his impressive pecs, to taste his flat nipples, and test the muscles of his arms with her teeth.

The orgasm swelled, sudden and inescapable. Alena arched her back, fingers wrapped around the chains binding ankle to wrist as a wave of pleasure crested and broke, pleasure flooding through her, powerful and elemental.

Alexander grabbed her hips, guiding her movements on his cock, which only prolonged her orgasm as he fucked into her pulsing body.

Then he groaned, head pressing back into the pillow, jaw clenched and fingers digging into her hips.

When the last wave of pleasure subsided, Alena collapsed forward on his chest.

They stayed like that, both panting, his cock buried inside her until it softened enough to slide out.

Alena fought back tears. Her time being his submissive was over. And now she had a job to do. When she started to sit up, Alexander wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

She let the tears fall, and hoped he wouldn’t notice a little bit of extra moisture on his already sweat-slicked chest.

Chapter 12

“Alexander? I’m sorry, but…”

He knew what she needed, and knew it was past time for him to let her go.

He kissed the top of her head one more time, then slid her off his chest and onto the bed beside him. He quickly released each cuff, and watched as she rolled her wrists. He checked her ankles, making sure she didn’t have any marks other than some pinkness due to the skin being warmer than the rest of her naked flesh.

Alena sat up, legs curled to one side. It reminded him of the way she’d looked that first night, sitting on the floor with the red cloak hiding all but her legs. Now there was nothing to hide her. She was completely, gloriously naked.

“You need to get some sleep?” Alexander said softly.

“If it was a longer flight, or a night flight…” She sighed and shook her head.

“You’re welcome to sleep here.” He tapped the bed.

“Is this your room?”

“No, a guest room.”

“Oh. I…I think I’ll stay in the room downstairs. My suitcase is there.”

She didn’t look at him. Was she insulted he’d offered her his guest room instead of offering to share his bed? Alexander hadn’t shared his bed with a woman since he’d taken over as CEO. He didn’t let people get that close, and with a house so large it could serve as a boutique hotel, it was easy to have women spend the night without involving the intimacy of sleeping together.

But if that’s what she wanted, if that was what would make her stay…

Alena slid off the bed, and padded naked towards the door. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him.

Alexander could take a hint. He jumped out of bed and followed her, pausing to quickly dispose of the condom and pull his pants back on. By the time he made it to the main room, she had her panties back on and was fastening her bra. He watched her struggle for a moment then brushed her fingers away, hooking the last closure for her.

She picked up her dress and shimmied into it. He watched her ass as she wiggled. Once the dress was on, he