Page 24 of Vienna Betrayal

Ignoring the bows on the sides, he pulled her panties down to the tops of her thighs, her bare ass exposed for the first time.

“I will not penetrate you,” he said. “I’m only looking, and making you aware of my right to look.”

Alexander palmed her butt cheeks, spreading them, holding them open just long enough to make a powerful statement.

He released her ass, and then shifted so when he ducked down she could see him. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and it was such an unexpected, tender gesture that she couldn’t stop the gasp of surprise.

“These will hurt,” he warned her softly. “But you will take them.”

A fresh wave of arousal shot through her, even as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“I will not tell you how many. You must trust me.”

“I do.” It was utterly stupid. She had just met him, even if she felt like she knew him from the months of research and planning.

He was the one who shouldn’t trust her.

But the knowledge she had about him belonged to Magdalena Moreau, not Alena the submissive.

Alexander swiped his thumb over her cheek, then stood, moving out of her line of sight.

A second later the flogger landed on the ground right under her head. His way of telling her he wouldn’t be using the flogger.

Which meant the crop. A more precise, sharp pain on her ass that was already aching thanks to the very flogger she was staring at.

Did she trust him? Far more than she should. She had her safeword, but a safeword couldn’t magically unlock cuffs and disintegrate chains.

Crack.

Alena screamed, rising up on her toes as sharp, pinching pain flared on her left ass cheek. She would have lost her balance and toppled over if Alexander hadn’t grabbed her. He forced her back into position.

Once she had her balance, and against all reason and sanity, Alena bowed her back, canting her hips and ass towards him.

He rewarded her with a single soft caress on her right ass cheek.

Crack.

He struck the flesh he’d just caressed. This time she screamed, but didn’t move.

Her back and arm muscles were tight and burning, nearly every inch of skin from knees to shoulders throbbing.

Crack, crack.

Two more, in quick succession. The sensation was huge and hot and she wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure anymore, because when he struck her, her breasts bounced, pussy clenched, and even as she wanted to run from the pain she was already fighting the urge to demand more. To demand he be faster, not make her wait even one second to feel it again.

Hands slid under her torso, helping her to straighten.

Alena blinked, momentarily confused as she saw the people gathered around them. They’d attracted an audience.

Then Alexander’s lips brushed her ear. “You’re very beautiful. Well done.”

Several moments later the cuffs were gone and her cloak was settled on her shoulders. Alena reached up to pull it closed, more out of fear of it sliding off than modesty, but Alexander caught her hand.

“No. Let them see.”

Well-abused breasts and thighs on display, ass aching, Alena followed her Dom out of the dungeon.

* * *

---