BreakMeIn (22 page)

Her cunt clenched around him, pulling a strangled moan from
deep in his throat. He wanted to drive his hips up, buck against her while she
played with herself.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He fought to keep his voice on an even pitch. “How much I
want you to fuck me so I can feel your cunt hold me tightly while you finger
yourself.”

“Tsk. Tsk. Such language from a man who doesn’t normally
speak so abrasively. Has my fucking reduced you to a mad oaf who simply wants
to mate? I think not. At least not quite yet. You’re close though. But I don’t believe
for a second that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t care much for liars.”

Her fingers circled, her short nails brushing against the
minute sliver of hard flesh of his shaft she hadn’t slipped into herself. He
watched as her finger moved slowly, as though she had all the time in the world
to get herself off while he suffered. Her thighs clenched and he stared as she
slowly dragged her wet flesh against his cock as she began to ride him.

Each torturous inch she moved, exposing his dick, was filled
with ecstasy and agony. Her fingers continued to circle as she rose, the sound
of their slick flesh sliding together filling the air around them.

She stopped just short of pulling off him completely. The
barest inch of his cock just inside her opening. He wanted to drive up into
her. Wanted to hear her panting and screaming his name as he—

“Tell me.”

“I want to fuck you.” His forearms strained against the
chains holding him down. Damn it, he needed to be free. He needed to have his
hands on her like earlier. She added another finger, continuing to rub in slow
circles as she held herself above him.

He shifted, sighing softly when the crown of his cock
slipped into her. He growled in frustration when she immediately adjusted,
denying him. “My fingers feel so good here. I think I’ll just keep going. What
do you think?”

“Let me give you pleasure, Elena.”

“I can’t bring myself pleasure? Think I’m not doing a good
enough job?” One of her eyebrows arched in challenge.

“Isn’t what I meant.”

“Then by all means please clarify.”

“I want to give you pleasure.” He bit back a strangled groan
when she lowered onto him again. She saturated his system now. Her scent
filling his nose, her taste still coating his tongue. He swallowed hard,
struggling to maintain coherent thought as she started to rise and fall on his
dick. “I can add to your pleasure if you let me make you come.”

Her warm heat surrounded him as her fingers quickened their
pace. He gasped as the metal bit into straining muscles. Her hips positioned
over him as her head fell back. Her husky voice echoed through the building,
her pussy clamping down harder and harder with each thrust.

“I seem to be doing just fine on my own. Just another minute
and I should be done.”

Alex’s breath clogged his throat as lust started to drive
him mad. He wanted to break free, bend her over the tub and slam into her so
good and hard she would scream for mercy. “If you let me fuck you it would take
much, much longer than a paltry minute.”

She paused, her thighs trembling against his hips. Her breasts
moved as her breath came in ragged pants. “Sometimes a girl just wants to get
off.”

He smirked. “But why bother when you have a very capable,
very aroused man ready to remind you just how good cock is?”

She stilled, leaning forward slowly. He moaned as she
pressed her lips to his ear. “You’re very full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“And you’re very full of me, aren’t you?”

She grunted softly. “You cock is very good.”

“Let me show you how good.”

She pushed up and away then moved around the saw, removing the
points at which the chains had secured him to the wood. The metal clinked to
the floor with a hard thud as she released it.

He may not have played this game before, but he recognized a
few signs. Surely she didn’t intend to set him free and actually give him what
he wanted. He reminded himself to be patient and wait. His groin ached like
nothing he’d ever experienced because he wanted her on so many different
levels.

Every part of him hurt, but he knew Elena was the relief.

She moved away after freeing him, putting a few feet between
them as she turned. Her back was to him, the sweep of her nape exposing strong
shoulders. The beauty of her creamy, ivory skin drew him in and momentarily
allowed him to forget about his discomfort. Her back was smooth and perfect,
the valley of her spine drawing his eyes down to the swell of her delightful
ass.

The very same one he would kill to sink his teeth into.

She glanced over her shoulder, wiggling her hips. He watched
as she bent forward, exposing the tantalizing strip of flesh he’d had his mouth
on earlier and his dick buried inside moments ago.

His want for her hadn’t lessened any.

He feared it never would.

She glanced over her shoulder as she spread her legs wide
and wrapped her hands around her ankles. “Don’t make me regret freeing you.”

With a low growl he moved forward, closing the distance
between them with a few proficient strides. He reminded himself to keep things
under control. She may have thought she was going to be the calm, cool,
collected Elena again, but he was more than willing to show her just how hard
he was willing to work to push her over the edge.

The glistening lips of her cunt beckoned to him. He knew she
was soaking wet, ready for him to simply take. He enjoyed keeping her on her
toes as much as she enjoyed manipulating him. He placed a hand on her hip,
holding her steady as he loosely wrapped his hand around his erection. Using
his thumb he dragged the tip of his dick through her heat.

Her hitched sigh drifted up, brushing against his skin like
a warm summer breeze. He continued spreading her folds, enjoying the feel of
her slickness pressing against him. Her muscles flexed under his palm and he
dragged out his movements. He would love to tease her further, but he wasn’t
sure how much longer he could last after already being lofted on this pleasure
plane for so long.

While she’d certainly taught him about control even he knew
he had a breaking point. He was determined to feel her come around him however,
and for that he would hold back for as long as it took.

His hips pushed forward and he watched as the soft, flushed
folds of her cunt accepted him. Euphoria rippled through him, resonating
bone-deep as he slid inside her.

Once he was fully seated he gripped her hips, holding her in
place so neither of them moved. The intimate connection between them was
something he’d come to crave with Elena. A beacon of light down the long tunnel
he’d been traveling through.

He pulled away slowly, holding her hips in place while he
withdrew. Light flashed in his vision as their skins slid together. He slipped
out completely, loving the idea of plunging fully into her over and over.

Head down, gritting his teeth, he powered into her, their
flesh slapping together wetly. Skin heated from the earlier bath was now slicked
with sweat from his frantic efforts to please her.

He felt a telling tingle at the base of his balls, rapidly
surging up through his erection before he could stop it. He slammed hard
against her, grinding his hips against her ass. Familiar with the demands of
his body he knew he wouldn’t be able to have what he ultimately wanted.

She wasn’t going to give up her own release.

Frustrated, he wrenched out of her, took himself in hand and
began fucking his fist. Within a few strokes, the orgasm burst through him as
quick as a bolt of sizzling lightning.

He growled as he tipped over the edge alone.

Emotions swirled chaotically through him as he started to
come down from his high. She’d broken him down into exactly what she’d
promised. This kind of raw vulnerability scared him to his core. After his
marriage he’d fallen apart in so many pieces he’d felt as though he’d never
measure up as a man to anyone. He’d thought he would never feel any sort of
emotions for anyone. But here, his body burning with a fire he’d never experienced
before, he knew the truth.

Knew he’d finally succumbed.

Elena had broken him down and built him up again, showing
him he truly was everything he’d ever wanted to be in the past few months
together. She’d played him over the past hour and he’d fallen hook, line and
sinker with his eyes wide open. And he finally knew, deep down into the
furthest reaches of his broken soul—she was his Mistress.

He accepted her full sexual domination over him.

In fact he realized he didn’t just accept it—he basked in
it.

Bowing his head, a weight lifted from his chest and
shoulders as he bent to press a soft kiss to the center of her lower back. “I
am yours, Mistress.”

As his statement echoed through the large room he began
taking slow and measured breaths and felt the heaviness from his soul lift. He
was a new man. A changed man.

And damn it all to hell, didn’t he just want to kneel before
her.

Giving in to his instinct, he held his hands behind his back
and slowly lowered his still-trembling body to his knees. The concrete pressing
against his shins was unforgiving and he welcomed the uncomfortable sensation.
It reminded him he always needed to be ready for anything. He would walk
through the fire of a thousand suns if it meant he could give her pleasure.

Just so he could experience it with her.

He was struck with sudden inspiration. He knew how to please
her. Knew how he wanted to please himself. He kept his eyes lower, his hands
resting lightly against his thighs. “Mistress. May I worship you as you deserve?”

She tugged on his hair, angled his head so their gazes met.
“You finally understand, don’t you?” He nodded as much as her grip would allow.
Her hold loosened, pushing his hair away as she caressed the side of his face.
“You may worship me, Alexander.”

Leaning forward on his hands he pressed his mouth gently to
the side of her knee. A quiet sigh brushed against the heated skin of his back,
cooling the burning sensation of overworked muscles. Her thigh, toned and
tight, flexed against his lips as he traveled higher.

They both sighed as his mouth pressed against her mound, as
his tongue flicked out and brushed against her hard clitoris. A sign she was
still excited. Hungry for more, he wrapped his hand around her thigh, placing
her leg over his shoulder as his tongue bathed the hard nub.

Her hands cradled the back of his head, holding him in place
as she started to rock her hips. He surrendered to her, letting her use his
mouth as she saw fit. As she placed him exactly where she wanted him to be.

She tasted exquisite.

She rode his mouth, pulling away for a few seconds only to
press against him again as she extended her pleasure even more. He didn’t think
life could be any sweeter than this.

“Let me help you, Mistress.” His fingers worked the
soaking-wet folds. As soon as she gave him the affirmative, he plunged two
fingers inside her heat.

“More.” The husky quality of her voice spiraled through him.
“Yes.”

Happy to oblige he added another finger as he withdrew and
stroked up inside her. She accepted the addition easily. He increased his pace
slowly and steadily, adding yet another finger as she grew even wetter.

“Yes. That’s it.”

She panted above him as he continued to drive into her, her
body pistoning down to help guide him with just how fast and rough she wanted
it. The inner walls surrounding his fingers clenched tighter and tighter, a
sign she was ready to burst. Leaning forward he slowly scraped his tongue along
her hard clit, and her body jerked against him.

She threw back her head and wailed, a tight scream of
pleasure that surged through him, wrapping about the base of his cock so he was
instantly hard despite the power of the orgasm he’d give himself just moments
ago.

He could think of nothing but being inside her. Having her.
Owning her as much as she now owned him. But he stayed in place, on his knees,
waiting for her command. He would wait for as long as she decided.

Even if she denied him completely.

He would wait and be content with the knowledge she always
had his best interests in mind even if he didn’t always understand.

She lowered her leg, breaking contact with him. He mourned
the loss, but continued to wait. She rewarded his service a moment later by
caressing his jaw, scraping her finger over his lips. “Such a perfect sub. So
very much mine.”

“I will always be yours, Mistress.”

“Such pretty words. I wish they were true.” She paused,
sighing. “Such obedient service should be rewarded, however, and there is only
one thing I want from you right now.”

“Anything.”

“Fuck your Mistress, Alexander.”

Released from invisible bindings, he surged to his feet,
spun her around and plunged inside her before either of them could take their
next breath. Her pussy fluttered around his shaft, the spasms of her release
still working through her. He jerked her body against his, his hands reaching
around to cup her breasts as he started to drive into her, her body pressed
against his as he fucked into her.

She met each thrust with equal fervor, slamming against his
body as she accepted each and every thing he had to offer her. His mouth closed
over her shoulder, his teeth biting tightly into her skin as he drove into her.
She cried out, bending forward slightly as she rocked against him.

Her cunt closed around him, a tight fist he continued to
plunge into as though relief would never arrive. Without warning she orgasmed
around him and the sensation of finally feeling her intense pleasure sent him
plummeting over the edge. They fell, screaming and bucking as they rode their
releases together.