Saving Alexander by Susan Mac Nicol Read Free Book Online

make me extremely horny and I expect you to satisfy me later.”
    He raised the whip again, seeing his prisoner tense, expecting the crack. Eric smiled, thinking there was no point in disappointing him. The whip struck Alex’s buttocks hard, and he jerked in pain. Tears welled in Alex’s eyes, trickling down his cheeks. Eric moved around and licked them as he stroked Alex’s smooth groin gently with his hand and then without warning, slapped it hard, causing a hiss to escape from Alex’s mouth as he raised his whip again.
    “Chrysippus,” Alex whispered softly.
    Eric stopped in disbelief. Alex had spoken his safe word. He had never heard him say it in the two years he’d been coming here. He laid down his whip, undid the silk ties, then watched Alex walk unsteadily to the bed and lower himself down with his head turned to the side. He must have been in pain from the lashes on his stomach but he said nothing.
    Eric walked over to the bed, lying down beside Alex.
    This ritual never changed. There would be no talking. It was always the same position, the same way of entering him, never from the front when he could see Alex’s face. This was something else Alex demanded that frustrated him.
    It was one of the things Alex had stipulated when he’d joined, as well as not being able to go down on him, something else he really wanted to do. He wanted to taste the other man’s musky scent on his lips, feel his tongue slip around his lovely cock, feel him throbbing beneath his lips as Alex came in his mouth.
    But even that was denied him, as was Alex giving him a blowjob. It wasn’t on the list of “permitted activities.” He would have liked nothing more than to have Alex’s beautiful, sensual lips wrapped around his cock, tonguing him with deep abandon, taking his balls in mouth and sucking him until he came.
    He ran his fingers down Alex’s back, touching the weals on his buttocks then kissing them. He reached for the lube and coated his fingers, sliding his fingers inside Alex, feeling him arch back against him as he pushed into Alex’s wetness and heat. When he’d finished his teasing and finally was ready to enter Alex, his cock sheathed once again in the condom that he hated using, it was with all the frustrated force he could muster and Alex’s body responded to his violence in kind as he pushed back, wanting him deeper inside him.
    The noise of skin on skin, sweat on sweat and the smell of blood was intoxicating. As he rammed himself into the needy man panting beneath him, Eric wondered not for the first time what this man thought he had done to deserve such treatment. Alex was his most extreme client. The man took more punishment that anyone he’d ever seen and still came back for more.
    As Eric climaxed, his body spasming in his need of Alex, he broke the rules and cried out his name.

Chapter 7
    Melanie van Pelt regarded the man sitting opposite her with thoughtful eyes. In her three years as Alexander Montgomery’s therapist she’d never quite seen him as fidgety or anxious as he was now. She wondered what had changed in his life to orchestrate such a change.
    Melanie leaned forward, toying with the pen she held. “So, Alex. It’s been a little longer than usual since I saw you. What’s been happening in your life since we last spoke?”
    Alex didn’t look at her directly as he usually would but instead sat back on the soft leather couch, looking at her hands rather than her face, his long legs crossed at the ankles and his arms folded across his chest in a classic defensive pose.
    “Well, I’m still seeing Eric.” He hesitated before going on. “I needed to see him more than usual this week.”
    “More than once? That’s not a step forward. What’s going on?”
    Alex sighed, finally looking up at Melanie, his eyes shadowed. “I had the dream again. And the whole TV series thing has got me a bit spooked. It’s one thing writing novels in the solitude of my apartment but now I have to