“Off the table.” The authority in his voice rings around the small room.
He’s so damn bossy. If I still weren’t horny as hell, I would tell him to go take a flying fucking leap, but seeing as how I’ve come this far, I might as well play along.
My pride has already been tossed out the window. What else do I have to lose?
I hop off the table and train my eyes on Alexander as he closes the distance between us. “What now?”
“Close your eyes.” With gentle hands, he covers my eyes with the black mask. “I’ve always heard that if you take away one sense that it will heighten the others. Let’s test that theory, shall we?”
The warmth of his hands sliding down my body causes my mouth to drift open. The tease of his skin on mine has my body in overdrive. When his hands grip my hips, he spins me around and bends me over the table that I was just chained to.
“Grab the other side of the table and don’t you dare let go.”
A lump in my throat builds as the image of the crop flashes in my brain. This man is about to spank my bare ass. I should stop this—tell him this isn’t happening—but I can’t bring myself to do it.
While the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to end this and stand my ground and remember that Alexander King is the enemy, another part is squealing with delight as it awaits the delicious torture that he’s about to inflict.
Before I have too much time to think about it, the distinct snap of something being hit sounds, and almost instantly, there’s a small tingle on my right butt cheek.
“Hurt?” he asks with an inflection in his voice that implies his curiosity.
“No,” I answer honestly. “But—”
He doesn’t give me time to further protest. The second swat comes just as unexpected as the first.
“Ah . . .” A cry slips from my lips. It isn’t one of pain, but of pleasure, and that surprises me.
Stupid traitorous body. I can’t believe it’s actually enjoying this.
“You liked that one, didn’t you? Another?”
No.
“Yes!” I hiss.
My stupid body has completely taken over now.
Smack.
Then comes the sweet burn that follows just like the last two times, only this time was a little harder.
I toss my head back and moan.
Smack.
This one wakes me up as pain sears through me.
“Ah. Shit. That hurt.” I yank off the blindfold and spin around to face him. “We’re done.”
Alexander shakes his head and then presses against me. “We are so far from done, Margo. You are my greatest challenge—one I’m determined to conquer.”
“You—” I start to tell him this is over, but at that very second, he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, and all I can think about is having that mouth on me again.
Without invitation, I throw my arms around him and attack him with my lips. There’s no resistance from him because suddenly Alexander’s hands are everywhere, tracing, teasing, and exploring every inch of me. It’s like he can’t get enough of me and I love the way that he makes me feel.
I’d be lying to myself if I say I haven’t wanted this with him since the first time he threatened to fuck me. No man has ever aroused me this much. His take-charge attitude draws me in. It’s animalistic and sexy—a complete turn-on.
Alexander King is hard to resist.
“You don’t know how hard it was for me to be patient. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have you just like this. I’ve even had dreams about tasting you,” he growls. “You’re exactly my favorite type of woman, and I can’t wait to get my cock deep in that sweet * of yours.”
His naughty words make my blood pump even faster.
He slides his hand between us and flicks my still throbbing clit. “Alexander . . .” I say his name almost like a whisper.
“Do you want me inside you?”
I throw my head back and moan as he continues to tease me. “Yessssss!”
“Then tell me, baby. I want to hear some naughty words come out of that beautiful mouth.”
“I . . .” I pause. God, I so want this. I just hate the fact that he’s asking me to beg, and what’s worse is that I’m so turned on by him that I’d just about say anything he damn near wants. I need the relief that only he can bring me.
Alexander licks my top lip. “Say it, Margo.”
I close my eyes but quickly reopen them so he knows I mean what I say. “Fuck me.
A devilish smile creeps onto his face. “I knew you were a naughty girl deep down.”
He kneads my breasts while rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit as he continues to study my face. He reaches for the condom, and I seize the opportunity to wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him while he opens the wrapper.
He licks his lips and watches me work him. “Your hands on me feel so good.” He hands me the thin piece of rubber. “You do it since you’re so good with your hands.”