Page 44 of Vienna Betrayal

Alena hissed out a breath at the sudden pinching sensation and unconsciously shifted forward, away from the plug. Not that she could move much, bound as she was.

Alexander shifted with her, allowing her not even a few centimeters of escape.

The plug pressed harder against her, opening her by force.

Alena hissed at the sweet discomfort. The pain made her tense and clench, which in turn made the plug’s insertion hurt more.

More pressure and she felt it sink in deeper, her body helpless to keep the slick invader out.

Alexander said nothing. He didn’t warn her or order her to relax. Didn’t praise or encourage. He forced the plug into her ass, penetrating her hard and deep.

By the time the widest part was finally inside, her abused asshole able to tighten around the narrow neck of the plug, Alena was panting.

She stared into middle distance through a curtain of hair that blew out with each panting.

Her gaze focused on him, tracking as Alexander went to his kit, took out a small towel, and carefully cleaned his hand.

His unhurried manner, plus the brutal way he’d plugged her, left her feeling vaguely irritated and…

Aroused.

He tossed the towel down and turned to her. This time he didn’t crouch, but he did brush her hair away from her face.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He bent low, his hand sliding from her hair down her back in a gentle but distinctly possessive touch.

His lips brushed her ear. “Good.”

Alena jerked in surprise, twisting her neck to meet his gaze.

“I will not beat you, but I will hurt you.”

Her shiver was pure arousal.

Alexander straightened, and Alena missed the intimacy of him whispering cruel, forbidden things in her ear.

“Your punishment.” Even as he spoke the last syllable, his palm cracked down on her left butt cheek. It was a sharp blow, the kind she mentally referred to as “bouncy” because he didn’t hold his hand against her ass once contact was made, but instead let his hand bounce up away from her. Because of this, it was a stinging strike, the kind that made her jump in reaction even when she knew it was coming.

Alexander started on her left, raining short bouncing spanks over every inch of her ass cheek, from thigh up to the top of her butt.

Her skin quickly began to feel hot and tender, as if she had a sunburn. He switched sides, a momentary relief that proved short-lived as her right cheek began to throb and burn.

She thought he might stop then.

He didn’t.

Now the spanking began to alternate between cheeks, continuing until the surface burning sank in, becoming a warm, deep ache that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. When he spanked a particularly sensitive spot, she cried out and wiggled, her ass clenching around the neck of the plug.

She’d grown so used to the sound of his hand slapping her ass that when he stopped, she was shocked by the loss of the familiar sound as much as by the lack of sweet sting.

In the sudden silence her heavy breathing—punctuated by the occasional soft moan of pain—seemed loud.

Alexander toyed with the plug, wiggling it side to side, applying gentle pressure. As he worked it, the sensitive nerve endings there were stimulated, turning the residual ache from the very thorough spanking into an agreeable, if not fully pleasurable, sensation.

He patted her butt twice. Signaling the end of the spanking?

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