X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,88

before she moans, “More.”

My eyes close in silent relief, and I move closer, planting a kiss on her neck to show she’s safe. I step back, take a deep breath, and let the crop fly—harder and faster this time.

Her knees buckle as it cracks against her skin. I might be concerned save for her pleasure-drenched cry of “Alexander!”

“Wider, poppet,” I grunt. I want to make her come. I want to deliver her to a place she doesn’t know exists—yet.

She spreads her legs more for me, and I push the crop between them, rubbing its tip over the swollen bundle of nerves there before I smack it hard. Tensions coils in her limbs. Another lash, and she sobs, “I need you.” Her cry stops my hand before it can fly a third time. “I need you inside me. I need you to fill me.”

“Are you sure, poppet?” It’s not what I want exactly, but I can’t deny the ache in her voice. I feel it not just in my painfully stiff cock but echoing through my own chest. I unzip my pants before she responds, already knowing her answer.

I slide one finger barely inside her to check that she’s ready. “You bloom for me like a flower.”

Her body, still rigid with undissipated tension, relaxes just enough to let me know that she’s ready. I position my cock against her heat and warn her, “I need to fuck you, Clara. I don’t know if I can be gentle.”

Her answer is unrestrained. “Don’t be.”

I grab her, groaning at her words, as I shove inside her. Once I’m buried inside her, I linger for a moment to appreciate the sensation. I brush her hair over her shoulder so that I can bring my body in closer contact with hers, hunching over her to capture as much of her as I can. And then I let go. I slam into her. I yank her hair, jerking her head back to claim her mouth with my own. I take and take and take. I move deeper and harder. Not caring if I wreck her. Not caring if I hurt her.

I break the kiss to savor the grunts of pain and pleasure spilling from her as though neither her mind nor body can quite process what I’m doing. I release her hair, and she clutches at the tree, allowing me to drive inside her even more violently. She tightens around me on the verge of climax, and I give my final order. “Come for me.”

Her pleasure is a strangled cry. It wracks her body, overtakes her limbs, strips away every ounce of self-control she clings to until she is a mewling mass of orgasm centered on my cock. I enjoy every depraved second as I watch from the brink of my own release. As her trembles fade a little, I let myself fall. I plummet into the depths of my own darkness, unleashing the monster within me as I flood inside her—tainting her innocence with my perversion. “Clara. My Clara.”

Her name on my lips brings one thought: now she’s mine.

I revel in it until the last drop fills her, and the leash clamps around me once more.

What have I done?

Chapter Thirty-Three

I gather her in my arms, her body too spent to hold her up. Then I help her to the grass, glad the day is warm and balmy. Overhead the grey afternoon gives way to the sun, but my mood remains dark. I spread my jacket across the field and help her lie down. She smiles dreamily at me, her eyes blinking slowly as she lifts one arm against the daylight.

I stalk to the horse and check the saddle. I’d crossed a line. Clara doesn’t seem to mind—yet.

There’s that word again. It seems rules don’t matter. I’ll break them. I told her I didn’t need her submission. But I’ve been pushing her toward it slowly and surely, letting the dominance inside me out to play for stolen moments while I look the other way. But that? I just gave him the keys to the cage, and I’m not certain he’ll let me lock him up again.

I turn to find Clara watching me with hooded eyes, her arm shading them from the sun. She hooks her index finger and beckons me over.

I prowl toward her, looking for an apology that might fit the situation on the way. Given that she doesn’t seem to mind the brutality of the encounter, it’s a tall order. I sigh as I move