25. Alena

The power in his voice sends a shiver through my entire body. I slip the straps from my shoulders and unclip the collar chain from the belt. The dress slides down my body and pools like water at my feet. Kristof's eyes rove over me as I step away from the dress and stop in front of him.

He makes a single appreciative noise, then strides toward the bench facing the city. A small black bag rests on it. He must have planned for this, and that excites me as much as being near him does, as much as the toys filling me do. Whatever his plan is, I'm here for it, and wetness already beads between my thighs as my core throbs.

Things have taken such an exciting turn, and my earlier doubt melts away like sand caught in the wind. I have my own room. He's promised to bring me everything and anything I ask for, and I have access to more books than I could ever hope to read. It's a certainty now in my heart that I will do anything for him to show him that I want to make him as happy as he makes me.

Kristof returns to my side with a length of rope in his hands. He moves around me, working in silence as he binds my arms together behind my back, forearm to forearm. The rope is soft and firm, and he binds me firmly then lightly brushes my shoulder with his lips. Back in front of me, he snaps his fingers and points down.

I sink to my knees immediately, but before I can rest back on my ankles, he pushes me fully down into the dirt. Cold seeps into my arms, but the excitement pattering in my heart sends warmth cascading through me, so the chill of the ground becomes a distant afterthought.

With strong hands and deft movements, Kristof binds my calves to my thighs and finally removes the vibrator that's been buzzing softly inside me all day.

The rush of heat that follows makes me moan, and I wiggle my hips as the last line of rope is secured in place. I'm bound and helpless, staring up at Kristof, who looms over me like a dark shadow. His silver eyes are almost black with lust, and my heart rate soars.

Suddenly, he grasps the chain linked to my collar and hauls me up onto my knees. It's almost impossible to balance, especially when he slaps me suddenly and my cheek flares with heat and a stinging pain.

"I've dined you well," he says, crouching and bringing his handsome face so close to mine. His grip on the chain prevents me from toppling backward, and I whimper softly.

"Such a treat for a whore, don't you think? You've earned some rewards, but if you want to keep earning things, you have to keep being a good little slut for me or you'll go back in that cage with nothing but the pillow for attention."

"Yes, Sir," I breathe out immediately. The change from gentle lover to Dom is so sudden, and my core clenches in anticipation. I've been good. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get his cock.

"I will be good, Sir," I say between small gasps as the collar restricts around my throat. "I'll be the best I can be."

"Good girl," Kristof growls.

He straightens up, slides both hands into my hair for grip, and shoves his thick, long cock down my throat without so much as a warning.

I manage to suck in a desperate breath before he seals my airway with his length. We've done this often enough now that I know the signs, the subtle difference between whether he wants me to suck his cock or he wants to fuck my throat. This is the latter, given the strength of his grip as he keeps me balanced.

His hips piston into my face, and I close my eyes, focusing on snatching air when I can and relaxing my jaw and throat as much as I'm able. He holds such power in his hips, and each thrust barrels down my throat with an achingly familiar force. My core clenches, and wetness drips down my thighs. My entire body lights up as each thrust stokes the fire of desire raging through me.

If I'm good, an orgasm will be mine and he'll be so fucking proud.

As Kristof's thrusts begin to lose rhythm, I hum slightly to add some vibrations to the stimulation and prepare myself for the last few thrusts that will pump his cum down my throat.

Only, they don't come.

Just as Kristof's thrusts become feverish, he pulls free from my throat. I gasp loudly, coughing. His grip relaxes in my hair, and I fall back onto the ground with a grunt.

Why did he stop?

I open my eyes, and suddenly, Kristof's hot cum spurts from above, landing in streaks across my face and neck. He's coming on me, rather than inside me, and a sudden tightness flexes inside my chest.

Why didn't he let me taste it?

Kristof moans and pants above me, rapidly stroking his cock a few more times. Ropes of his seed land across my lips, and I lick my lips, desperate for a taste. Before I can ask him what I did, why he didn't come in my mouth, he's kicking my shoulder to roll me over.

Face down in the dirt, bound tightly, I'm powerless to stop him, and my heart soars with excitement as my gut drops in disappointment. The plug in my ass is pulled free with a gentleness that vanishes the moment his thick cock thrusts inside me.

I moan into the dirt as he fills my ass with every inch he has to offer. One of his hands lands in the dirt beside my face, and I get a full view of his forearm tensing. His muscles are so defined with all the shadows around us, and my core aches for contact. Contact Kristof denies as he starts fucking my ass with wild abandon.

"That's it," he grunts above me. "Take it like the good fucking slut you are. If your parents could see you now, that you're a whore hungry for cock all the time, would they be ashamed?" He moans, and his slightly rough beard tickles my back as he kisses between my shoulder blades. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't walk."

And he does. The power and speed of his hips are unmatched, and he fucks the very air out of my lungs. With cum on my face, I try to keep my head out of the dirt, but it's hard with how hard he pounds into me. He uses my body, fucking into me like it's his only purpose in the world. Each thrust sends sparks of electricity through me, and my pussy throbs painfully in time to my rapid heart. I want him inside my pussy, I want him to fuck me to orgasm, but he's denying me.

It's frustrating and erotic all at the same time.

It's not until Kristof reaches his end and pulls out, coming over my back instead of inside me, that I realize why he's doing this. It's embarrassing to be in the dirt, covered in cum rather than filled with it. It's like he's saying I'm not good enough to hold his seed, and my cheeks burn with the humiliation.

He gets off on it. I know that much.

He wipes his slick cock on my ass cheek, then grabs me by the ropes and hauls me upward.

"Please, Sir," I gasp out as I'm carried as if weightless. "Please fuck me."

The bark of a tree hits my back, and he holds me in place as he binds me to the tree like I'm nothing more than a decoration for his garden. When he leans close, his eyes are so dark I almost lose myself in the inky pools.

"No," Kristof says.

My heart drops.

"Please," I gasp. "Please, I need you to fuck me. Please, I'll do anything. I want to feel you inside me, Sir. I want to be full of your cum!"

My cheeks flare as if he's slapped me again. Who knows who can hear me begging him? It's embarrassing, and yet I can't stop myself. I yearn for him, for the praise that comes with his cum inside me.

The next item he pulls from his bag is a long, thin whip. His favorite one, if memory serves, and my pussy clenches. He made me come simply from whipping once, and the sight of the toy sends shivers of anticipation spiraling through me.

My skin is hot and sticky, his crotch is stained with the red of my lipstick, and his sexy smirk makes my mouth water.

"Please," I beg.

He answers me with a lick of the whip across my tits, and I cry out, arching against the tree.

My limbs are bound, and the only thing holding me up is well-placed rope. I'm completely at his mercy and all I want is his touch. The next lick of the whip across my abdomen is followed up by the vibrator being pressed to my clit. A scream of desire escapes me, and I toss my head back and forth as pleasure surges through me. He presses the vibrator to my clit, and my entire body locks up. I've been on the edge of orgasm since I replaced the toy after my shower, and now, hungry for his touch, I'm eager for an orgasm.

Just when I get close, he pulls the toy away and delivers several lashes to my breasts and thighs. The pain pulls me back from the edge. He repeats this over and over until tears are rolling down my cheeks, my body is overheated, and I can no longer beg him coherently. I'm mindless with pleasure, so close to orgasm and yet constantly denied. He plays me like an instrument.

Just when I think it can't get worse, Kristof finally drops the toys and slams his thick cock inside my pussy where he belongs. The force of the thrust jolts me up the tree a little, and he claims my mouth in a biting kiss. It takes all the strength I have left not to come right there and then.

Yes, yes!

"Good girl," he pants, lazily fucking into me as he strokes my cheek. "You can't come until I say so. Maybe I won't say so."

"Please," I gasp. "Just come inside me, Sir. That's all I want."

He laughs, a deep, vibrating sound, and for a moment, as he lazily thrusts into my aching core, I think he will.

He doesn't. When Kristof gets close, he pulls his cock free and strokes himself to completion against my stomach. He paints my skin with his seed, smearing his cum over the hot welts left from his whip, and I am once again denied.

Can someone go crazy from being this strung out?

I barely notice the ropes falling away from the tree until I'm in his arms. He kisses me, gentler this time, then sets about wrapping rope around my breasts. The rope loops down my back, around my arms, and then comes up through my legs to meet back up with the rope around my breasts. When he ties it off, it creates a handle that he grasps, and then, to my shock, he picks me up like I'm nothing more than luggage.

Pleasure and pain spike through me like glass shards when the rope pulls taut over my pussy. The silk presses hard against my aching clit, and my eyes roll back as the contact makes resisting orgasm almost impossible. He carries me back to the house, utterly humiliated that he's carrying me like an item and I'm covered in his cum and dirt.

Guilt curls subtly in my chest, and my mind races through sluggish thoughts, seeking out a reason as to why he didn't come inside me. I have no answers.

He sets me down on the dining table, and my head drops over the edge. When I spot his thick cock, I open my mouth on instinct, and this time when he slides deep into my throat, warmth washes over my pussy. His tongue swipes across my clit and teases through my folds so slowly.

Am I hallucinating?

Is he really eating me out, or have I finally gone crazy?

Kristof begins fucking into my mouth once more, and I force myself to focus on breathing. It's difficult, especially when the intensity of his tongue increases against my pussy.

Not a dream. That's definitely real.

I'm burning up, my heart constantly pounding in my ears, and I have no strength left to fight his attention. His cock thrusts lazily into my mouth, and my pussy throbs with each attentive swipe of his tongue. His lips seal around my clit and he sucks just once.

I forget to breathe. I forget to think.

I come so hard that my world bleeds white for a moment and every muscle locks up. He continues to work at me with his tongue, and still, my core pulses. As tension seeps from my muscles, I begin shaking like a leaf, and the last thing that crosses my mind before I pass out is relief.

The taste of his cum coats my tongue.

I did good.