Page 39 of Set In Stone

I heard the jingling of keys and knew he was going into the closet of toys. Despite the fact that I had been living in the penthouse for over two months, I had never seen the inside of Alexander’s closet of fun. I hadn’t wanted to. For me, I enjoyed not knowing what was in there. The mystery added to the sexual angst, just as it was in that moment. Despite my recent orgasm, my core clenched as I wondered what Alexander might returnwith.

Maybe the vibratoragain?

I almost purred as I recalled the few times he used it on me. I silently prayed I would feel that familiar buzztonight.

Or perhaps the nippleclamps?

The taut peaks of my breasts instantly tightened at the thought. I closed my eyes in anticipation, anxiously waiting for him toreturn.

After a time, I began to get sleepy. I wondered what was taking Alexander so long. My mind was drowsy as I moved to sit up. Propping up onto my elbows, my vision came into focus. I saw Alexander sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He was completely in the buff, lazily swirling the key for the closet around hisfinger.

“I’m sorry,” I said groggily. Although I’d never admit it, I was beginning to realize that I should have listened to his warnings about overdoing it this past week. “I must have dozedoff.”

Alexander dropped the key to the floor, stood, and walked over to me. Even though the lighting was dim, I could see the dangerous glint in his eyes. My eyes traveled down past his tapered V and settled on his long, thick erection looking impossibly hard. Instantly, I became wide-awake.

“Get off the bed,” heordered.

I did as I was instructed without question, having grown more than accustomed to following Alexander’s bedroom commands without a second thought. In fact, I had come to relish in them. However, this time I paused as something caught my eye. I turned my head to the right and saw two long metal bars fashioned in the shape of an X at the foot of thebed.

The St. AndrewsCross.

Goose bumps raced down my spine from the prospect of being bound to it for the first time. Alexander always hinted around it, but he had yet to actually do it. During my brief slumber, he must have secured the rails that formed the cross. I eyed up the loops that were attached to it. A rush of heat crashed between my legs, the sudden burst of arousal catching me bysurprise.

I looked at Alexander. He pointed with his finger, directing me to the front of thecross.

“I don’t know what –,” I began. I was going to tell him that I didn’t know what to do next, but I was silenced when his hand covered mymouth.

“No talking,Krystina.”

When I nodded my understanding, Alexander removed his hand from my mouth. Taking hold of my hips, he positioned me closer to the cross. The cool metal pressed against my skin, the point of intersection coming just below my breasts. I shivered as another blast of goose bumps peppered myspine.

Moving at a painstakingly slow pace, Alexander bent to secure a soft leather cuff around one ankle, before moving to do the same with the other. Coaxing my legs apart, he was careful to steady my high-heeled clad feet so that I didn’t teeter. Once I was balanced, he bound each ankle to opposite legs of the cross. My exposed sex throbbed as he moved up my body, stroking and caressing my backside as he went. Pausing in his ascent, he fondled my folds and pinched at my clit, before pressing his thumb against the tight entrance of my rear. My breathing hitched, the pressure sending another wave of pleasure throughme.

However, he gave me no satisfaction. Instead, I was left wanting as he continued moving up. His hands slid up and over my shoulders and down to tease my straining nipples. Using one hand, he took hold of one of my wrists. I expected him to secure a cuff to it, but he brought it to the pulsing juncture of my thighs instead. Interlacing his fingers with mine, he cupped my dripping wet sex, massaging the throbbing pressure point of my body. I moaned as our joined hands slid back up my abdomen, leaving a trail of moisture along my torso, before coming to a stop near mymouth.

“You felt it, angel. You felt how wet you are for me. Now I want you to wrap your lips around your fingers and taste how much your body wantsthis.”

I turned my head to the side so I could see him, my arousal reaching an all-time high. Feeling wanton, I locked my gaze on his and slowly parted my lips to taste my essence. I licked and sucked, relishing the feel of his hard erection that strained against my backside. He hummed in pleasure over myactions.

Removing my fingers from my greedy mouth, he procured more cuffs and secured them around each wrist. After fastening them to the cross bars above my head, he took a stepback.

“Admiring your handiwork,” I teased. Although I couldn’t see him, I could feel it in the air when he tensed and immediately I realized my mistake. I wasn’t supposed to talk. I lowered my head, knowing he wouldn’t be pleased. Hetskedat me and stepped closer to me once again. From behind, he took my head between his hands and lifted it up. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he slid his tongue up the side of my neck and bit at myearlobe.

“Look straight ahead,” he told me. My gaze focused on the sight in front of me. In the mirrored headboard of the bed, I saw my bound reflection. I was open and spread wide, helpless to his mercy. My eyes met his in the mirror. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. “Tell me your safe word,Krystina.”

“Sapphire,” I breathed. His smilewidened.

“Good girl. Now you’re going to watch as I flogyou.”

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Itookgreat satisfaction in the way Krystina’s eyes widened in surprise over what was to come. I also saw a twinge of fear in them as well. As twisted as it was, my cock grew harder because of it. I didn’t try to rationalize the thought, or even worry about the possibility of her being afraid. I was too focused on her body, all strung up, and that glorious ass that was just waiting to be marked. I ran a hand over the smooth curves, appreciating itsbeauty.

Almost unwillingly, I stepped away to move to the dresser. With the press of a few buttons, music filled the quiet room. However, the melody wasn’t what I wanted. It was too soft, too calming. After a quick scroll through the playlists, I settled on a Breaking Benjamin song from the “Control” playlist. It was a dark tune. Cold. Yet, it was intense and penetrating, suitable for my current state ofmind.

Picking up the flogger, I turned back to her and ran my fingers through the deep chestnut curls that cascaded down her back. I walked around her, appreciating the view in front of me, as well as her reflection in themirror.

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