“What else do you have in that closet?”
A slow grin spread across his face, “Almost anything you can think of.”
“Hm.”
I walked passed him with my hands wrapped around myself as I tried to get the air back fully into my lungs. If I was going to do this until he was finally satisfied, recovering would be the best thing I could do at that moment.
I slowly opened both of the closet doors and raised my eyebrows in surprise. There were whips, more handcuffs (both metal and leather), rope piles, crops, small knives; all the kinds of things that would tell you to run for your life if you didn’t know the person you were using them with.
Maybe you should run. You don’t exactly know this man and he seems to get more sexually aggressive with each encounter.
As my mind sounded the alarm, I was reminded of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland where Alice stated, “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.”
Something was telling me that Alejandro wasn’t dangerous; just sexually stimulated more than most people and this would be his way of expressing it without hurting others.
“Hm,” I said again as I ran my hand over the grip on the bullwhip. I pulled it down from its holster and looked at him over my shoulder.
“Is this what you wish?” he asked as he came over to stand behind me.
“Yes, but not for me,” I replied looking up at him with devilish eyes.
His eyes immediately filled with understanding and desire as he nodded and stepped back. I undid the whip and looked up at him. He really was beautiful and I was going to feel bad for marking him up. Maybe. One day in the future. But not now.
“Turn around,” I said softly.
He did as he was told and I looked at his strong back and let my eyes wander down to his perfect ass. I could really do damage to him if I wanted to.
I pulled my arm back and brought the whip across his back as hard as I could. He took a deep breath as the whip cut his skin and blood slowly started to trickle from the small wound. I hesitated slightly before I struck him again. He cried out this time and his body shuddered.
“Again,” he pleaded as I stood there watching the blood start to materialize from the new wound.
“On your knees,” I said to him as he had to me so many times.
Alejandro dropped to his knees and lowered his head, waiting for the whip to crack in the air and lash him again.
Something took over me as I proceeded to whip him violently for the next minute. The only reason I stopped was because my arm was tired, not because of the horrible cuts on his back or the blood that was falling so freely from him. I had whipped him and enjoyed it thoroughly. I walked around him and lifted his face. His eyes were red and his face was tearstained but he looked absolutely euphoric.
I leaned down and kissed his lips gently as he breathed heavily. When I pulled away from him, he wrapped his arms around my legs and buried his face into my stomach.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Can we do this without you hurting me now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied as he got to his feet and lifted me gently onto the bed.
Alejo looked down at me and smiled softly. Something told me that I had caged the animal, but I would only know for sure as the night went on.
“Open your legs, Liv,” he said.
I did as I was told. He was standing at the edge of the bed with his hands crossed over his chest looking at me.
“Rub yourself for me.”
Considering this was one of the least humiliating things he had asked of me, I decided to open my legs wider so he could see everything I did to myself. I held my lips open with one hand while I rubbed myself for him. His desire was becoming obvious again as his erection started to throb. I looked at him with lust hazed eyes as I slid a finger inside of myself.
“Oh God,” I whispered as I could feel myself coming close to orgasm.
“Stop,” he said.