Page 35 of Vienna Bliss

“Did the hot water hurt your knee?” Without stopping to ask, he flipped the bottom of the robe open to look at her bad leg, as if he could see through her pretty pink skin to the damage inside.

“No, it felt good. Your jet tub is glorious.”

He rubbed his thumb over her kneecap, the visual her story created a bit too fresh in his mind. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“A tub the size of a spa with jets and a temperature control that keeps the water from getting cold? It was glorious.” Perched on his lap, she raised her arms overhead and stretched.

As she did one breast, covered only by the blue robe he’d found in a stash of new clothing, pressed close to his face.

Alexander’s cock hardened in his slacks.

When Alena lowered her arms she wrapped one around his shoulders. “You know, there was room enough for two.”

“I wanted to give you your space.”

“I thought you wanted the real Alena.” Her voice had a small hint of hesitation now.

“I do. The issue is…is…” He ran his fingers up and down the neckline of the robe and he was rewarded with the sight of her nipple pebbling under the fabric. “The issue is exactly what I want to do with the real Alena.” He very deliberately forced her arm up and off his shoulders.

Then he eased his hands under edges of the robe, fingers tracing her collar bones.

“Stop me,” he murmured, and it was halfway between a poorly worded question—“tell me if you want me to stop”—and a command.

Alena leaned into him, breath fanning across his cheek, and then she breathed a single word. “No.”

Alexander pushed the robe down in one quick motion, baring her breasts and trapping her elbows at her sides.

“Vanilla or a scene?” he asked. Letting her choose was as much as his nearly desperate need to take her, care for her, touch her, have her, would allow. If she said vanilla, he would do his best. Obviously his default would always be to top her in some way, as evidenced by the way he’d trapped her arms. But he wouldn’t tie her down or use toys. But damn it, he wanted to do one if not both of those things.

“What if I don’t choose?” Alena arched her back, lifting and offering her bare, flushed breasts.

“You…don’t want to have sex?” Alexander’s now hard cock twitched in distress.

“Oh, I do. I just don’t want to decide. I want you to touch me and fuck me. I want to touch you. I want to see what happens.”

“Bad idea. I will try and dominate you and—”

Alena whipped the sash off her robe and then looped it loosely around his neck. “I’m not feeling particularly submissive right now…” She tugged, tightening it so it felt like he was wearing a tie. No, ties didn’t feel like that. It felt like a collar.

Alexander met her gaze which seemed to glitter with amusement and desire. He held perfectly still, lulling her into a false sense of security, and then he struck, grabbing her wrist and standing, which slid her off his lap. She might have landed on her knees if he hadn’t controlled it, forcing her to rise with him as he pressed her wrists to the small of her back.

“If you challenge me, I will make you submit.”

Alena tipped her head back, eyes closing. The long line of her naked neck, her nearly naked body—the robe had fallen off and back, caught on her forearms but not hiding her body from his gaze—were an invitation. One he accepted.

Alexander bent his head and slid his tongue up her neck to the corner of her jaw. She smelled feminine and floral and her skin was soft and smooth under his tongue.

Distracted, he didn’t react when she yanked her wrists from his hold and jumped away. He checked the immediate impulse to follow her, to grab her and yank her back. His muscles were so tight and tense it hurt, but he would not force her or scare her, and they weren’t in a scene, so he had no right to turn her over his knee and punish her for removing her luscious body from his hold.

Alena shook her arms free of the robe, then reached up and took down her hair, running her fingers through it until it was loose around her head and shoulders.

Then she arched an eyebrow, ever so slightly. A smile played at the corner of her mouth. “Well? Are you’re going to chase me?”

The smile became a grin and then she was off, racing naked towards the hall, towards his bedroom.

Alexander bared his teeth in a smile and took off after the woman he loved.

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