Page 43 of Vienna Betrayal

Chapter 8

Alexander stood and plucked the paddle off her back. She watched him tuck it back into his kit, which only confirmed that he’d pulled it specifically to test her reaction. Clever jerk.

He dug around for several moments, during which she formulated options for witty comments, and ignored the guilt that was sucking at her soul.

He turned around, holding a silver butt plug.

Convoluted feelings about what she’d have to do in the coming days, about the dishonesty and deception, disappeared along with half-formed witty comments.

A single, clear emotion took over. Desire. Wicked, wonderful arousal.

Alexander walked to her ass, one hand running over her cheeks in the same pattern he’d used to stroke her with the paddle.

“When was the last time you were used anally?”

“Four months ago.”

“A plug?”

“No. Sex. Before joining the Orchid Club, I hadn’t had the opportunity to sub in some time.”

“Because of your charity work?”

Alena lifted her head and tried to look back at him. “How did you…”

“I looked you up last night, after I had your list and before I returned to the room.”

“I thought we weren’t supposed to do that. Club rules.”

His lips twitched in a smirk. “Rules are for other people.”

“To be fair, you should let me go. I’ll go get my phone, google you, and then we can start again. What’s your last name?”

“Wagner. And I’m not letting you go.” Alexander started to lube up the plug.

Alena lay her head down, unable to maintain the twist needed to see him. She rested her forehead and nose on the leather and, knowing he couldn’t see her face, grimaced.

Her Alena Moore identity was good enough to hold up to a mid-level search, so there was no danger that what he could find about her on his phone would give him reason to suspect she wasn’t who she said she was.

If she gave him any reason to suspect her, a reason to run a deep check…

If that happened, the game was over.

Alexander slid one finger under her thong and tugged it to the side. “Relax.” Her thoughts had caused her to tense, and it didn’t help that his voice was once more hard and commanding, the moment of levity having melted away.

Two fingers and the thumb of one hand spread her open, exposing her rear entrance. Cold lube drizzled along the crack of her ass.

Alena breathed slowly, turning her head so she didn’t hyperventilate. The tip of the plug brushed against her anus and she tensed, then deliberately relaxed.

“Good,” Alexander said softly.

The praise made her feel soft and warm.

The plug’s tip brushed her once again, then held, poised right on the center of her ring of muscle.

It had been a long time since she’d been plugged, but she remembered how it went. She expected him to remind her to relax, or tell her to push back against the plug as if she were trying to expel it, which counterintuitively made it easier for the plug to enter.

Alexander did neither. Without warning the tip of the plug breached her anus, forcing the muscles to open.

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