Freed (Assassin's Revenge Book 3) by Tara Crescent Read Free Book Online Page A

felt the fat head of Alexander’s cock strain at my tight rosebud.
    I didn’t tense up. Not this time. This time, there was no fear. My anus stretched to accommodate him, then I felt his head enter. His hands gripped at my ass and he groaned out his pleasure. “Fuck, Jenny,” he said.
    “Please,” I whimpered. Please what? I couldn’t tell. I was poised on the edge, waiting for just a little more to push me past the point of no return.
    He pushed into me, just a little more. Inch by inch, taking me slowly, causing a strange, tingling pleasure as his cock filled every bit of me. His fingers rubbed at my clitoris at the same time. I threw my head back and cried out. He’d told me once that he wanted to hear me moan. I was happy to oblige.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gritted out as he buried himself to the hilt and held himself still, giving me time to get used to the feeling of him in my anal passage. His fingers danced over my nub.
    “Fuck me, Sir,” I begged him. “Please.”
    “What’s the hurry, Jenny?” he teased me, fingering the ties on my hands. “It seems you are rather tied up at the present.”
    I rolled my eyes, grateful he couldn’t see the expression on my face. “I need you, Sir,” I said plaintively.
    He chuckled. “Whining, really? A new low, don’t you think, cherie ?” A hard spank punctuated that sentiment, then he slowly pulled his cock out, then stroked it back in. Every nerve ending sparked at that leisurely movement.
    The thrusts gradually picked up speed. His fingers petted my folds and pinched my nipples; he gripped my chin and turned my head so that I was looking into his eyes, hazy with pleasure. As for me, each pass of his fingers over my clitoris caused me to whimper. Each stroke of his cock caused every muscle in my body to clench. I was at breaking point, wound up tighter and tighter with each push of his shaft.
    Then he pinched my clitoris, hard and I shattered and in the distance, I felt him shatter as well.
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    His strong hands massaged each inch of exposed skin as the ropes were unwound. When I was free of the bindings, he carried me in his arms out of the playroom and into his bed, clambering in next to me. I clung to him, a little dazed by the intensity of what had just happened.
    “Can I get you anything?” he asked me. “Water? Chocolate?”
    He must have seen my expression brighten at the word chocolate because he laughed good-naturedly and swung off the bed. When he returned, he carried a tray, which held, apart from the promised chocolate, fruit, nuts a bottle of white wine and a couple of glasses. “You are so stereotypically French,” I teased him. “Do you ever drink water?”
    He laughed. “Occasionally,” he assured me with a wink.
    I rested my head against his shoulder and he fed me pieces of chocolate and strawberries and grapes. It was so surreal. This wasn’t even close to what I’d expected when I’d put myself up for auction in Bangkok. “Shouldn’t I be serving you?” I worried.
    He looked surprised. “Did your previous dominant not provide aftercare?” he asked me, then his expression darkened. “Never mind, I already know the answer to that.” His voice softened. “It is my responsibility to take care of you,” he said.
    “Which extends to providing chocolate?”
    He smiled. “And anything else you need.”
    I bit my lip before I voiced my request. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
    His arms wrapped around me. When he spoke, his voice was serious and perhaps a little troubled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
     

Chapter 5
    Alexander:
    When I got out of bed the next morning, Jenny stirred but didn’t wake up. Good . Jean-Luc was going to visit today and I wanted to chat with him without being concerned about her overhearing our conversation. Plus, at some point today, I really did have to work. All week, I’d been distracted by Jenny. But though the stock markets were slower in summer, they still worked and I