The Revenge

The Revenge

Selestina continues to be dominated by Alejandro and when a possible former lover emerges, Selestina has had enough. She tries to flee, but as usual, Alejandro is a step ahead of her.

Chapter 3

Selestina was still hugging herself when Alejandro stepped into the bedroom with his riding crop strapped to his hand. Ignoring her, he untied his cravat and turned to face her.

Determined, he walked towards her in the corner of the bedroom.

He was elated, no, euphoric, that she had fallen for his effortless plans. The last days had been entertaining watching her scheming her pathetic escape.

He kept his face a mask of controlled fury. The gentle concern he'd played since dinner was replaced by a cold, hard edge.

"Trying to leave, Stina?" he mocked, his voice dangerously soft.

She froze, her shoulders shaking from the cold. "Alejandro... I..."

He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "You walked right into my trap, little mouse."

He noticed the realization slamming into her with the force of a physical blow. She'd been so careful, so meticulous. Yet, how could she be so naive?

"You knew?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, a grim smile twisting his lips. "I've known for several days. I allowed you your little game, Stina. I wanted to see how far you'd go."

The shadows deepened, shrouding his face in darkness.

"You forget, mija," he said, his voice now a silken warning. "I control everything here. Everything. You are mine now. And you will learn to accept your fate."

He watched her face change. Her carefully laid plans had crumbled to dust. She was trapped. "No," she whispered.

Alejandro tightened his grip around the crop. Yes. You will surrender. He clasped the crop. The sound of the straining leather was like a cue.

"What are you going to do?" she trembled, staring at the whip.

At first, he was truthfully insulted by her attempt to escape. After his generosity, help and kindness? Surely, her existence at his hacienda and in the safety as his mistress, should make her happy?

But on the other hand, it was a joy to see her own undoing, a satisfying excuse for his discipline. She was his toy.

"Until you have learned to appreciate my generosity, obey me and accept that you are mine, this will teach you a lesson."

She tried to run past him, but he was much faster. His strong, muscular arms caught her. He laughed.

"Until you willingly come to me, I will use this to tame you, chispita."

He pushed her on the bed and undressed her while seeing the fire in her eyes intensifying.

Her cheeks flushed and she panted like a dog in heat, he noted and knew his desires would come true.

She fought him, the best way she could, but he, the fool he was, enjoyed the game. She was so fiery and untamed, a feral pet hidden deep within and he savored releasing his wild woman. No mistress he had ever been with brought these feelings alive in him before.

Once their garments were gone, he felt his groin contract, his prick solid, throbbing with need of only one thing. Her.

He admired her voluptuous curves. She was perfect. Her long legs, her rounded hips and curvy figure, her strutting nipples, the perfect bust, a haven he could mercilessly bury his face in.

He smiled as he turned her around and without a struggle she knew to stay in place on her hands and knees.

The riding crop made contact with her delicate skin and she choked a yelp. Disheartened, he wanted to hear her outcries and ecstasy. Did she not know how incredible and important her mitherings were to him?

"From now on, until you have learned to comply, you will remain naked when you are in my bedroom. I want you ready for me whenever I please," he stated, finding himself drooling, taking in her glistening and mouth watering prize.

He swung the riding crop over her milky white soft skin again, "Do you hear me?" And again. The faint red marks on her derriere flooded his yearning for her even quicker. His gut tightened and his hardness struggled for relief.

"Yes. Please, Don Alejandro!" she quivered, making him unsure if it was lust or defiance. He swung the crop again.

He wanted to continue swinging the crop, but he could take no more. Seconds seemed too long before he found himself pushing his twitching shaft inside her warm, wet tightness.

He worked himself hungrily in and out of her feeling like an addict, a victim with a bane, returning to her as a halfwit, searching for relief of his massive craving.

She fit perfectly around him, the tightness feeling familiar and unexplored at the same time. Being with her gave him the pleasure he demanded; her begging, her defiance, her innocence and her release, all of it was his property.

Overcome by his frantic prickle, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and inhaled her scent, fruits and wild flowers, sweet and intoxicating, while continually working himself in and out of her hot, silky chasm, faster and manful.

"It's time, my disobedient girl. I want to feel you." He reached in front of her, found her hidden puffed pearl longing for his touch.

She whimpered and mewed when he fondled her, adding to her pleasure, those sounds becoming beautiful music to him. Her cries garbled by her pleas and appeals hitched deep in her throat.

"Yes, beg me," he panted, her callings adding to his frisson and shoved harder inside her.

"Oh!" she shouted under her breath. He felt her body shake and convulse, then spasm and jerk in his embrace. Her tight quim clamped hard around his cock, clenching and massaging him, drawing his own release moments away. Her body twisted and bucked, the evidence of how dominated she was by his mastery.

"Are you ready for me?" He inhaled, winded by his attempt to prolong this heaven.

His sacks tightened and he felt the waves hit him with a wondrous thunderbolt. His rigid length toppled with spurts, pumping and erupting ropes of his essence. He abandoned all but his ability to free himself in her, writhing as the tremors reeled.

While holding on tight, his fingers dug deep into her, riding her with quenchless thirst and tireless rapacity. He was not letting her go.

He moved carefully back and forth still, in a lulling rhythm, letting her milk every drop from him. Unable to get enough of her, he was powerless to his dependency, even craving more of her when he had just spent himself inside her.

He worshipped how she ignited him, simmering from an arousal to a blazing fire within.

His little mistress was learning quickly.

Finally pulling out and laying down, he held her close to him, spooning their bodies. However, he wasn't easily fooled. Reaching behind him, he found the thin rope and tied her wrists together.

"What are you doing?" She whined, trying to shun him.

"Until I have tamed you I do not trust you." He tied her hands to the bed leaving enough room for her to move, ensuring that she would never run from him again. He knew this should teach her a valuable lesson.

"Untie me, you savage!"

He chuckled in her ear, pulling her closer to him nestling his face in the crook of her neck. His softening dick rested by her soaked muff and he smiled inhaling her heady scent. He filled his palm with her breast, brushing his thumb across her stiff nipple, securing her tightly against him.

She would never escape from him. She would fulfill all his desires and this was just the beginning. She would obey him for the taking at his command.

She. Was. His.

He smirked as he drifted off to sleep feeling satisfied for the first time in his life.

~~~~~

The first pale signs of light of dawn crept through the thin curtains, painting the dark room in shades of dark blue and rose. Selestina stirred, fluttering her eyes open.

The warmth wasn't just from the early morning. It radiated from Alejandro, his body spooning hers, skin to skin. She could feel him. His breath was steady against the nape of her neck, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to match her own heartbeat. And then there was that, unmistakable and insistent, his hard ridge of his erection pressing against the curve of her thighs.

She stirred and shivered, realizing that her wrists were still tied to the bed. That bully!

Her breath hitched and the knot in her stomach tightened. She froze, her thoughts tumbling over one another like rocks in a cascading stream. Why did it always feel so right, she wondered, her mind racing. He always had a power over her.

She shifted slightly, trying to ease the tension in her body, but the movement only made her more aware of him. The heat between them seemed to intensify and she could feel the ache growing deep within her.

She had fought him, resented him. At first, all she felt was anger and a fierce desire to escape. She'd planned, plotted and attempted to flee, only to find herself a pawn in another one of his games.

But something had shifted within her. The anger hadn't entirely vanished, but it was now intertwined with a confusing mix of emotions. He wasn't cruel. Yes, he was possessive and demanding. He provided for her with clothes, food and safety. And, if she were honest with herself, she found herself drawn to his strength, his charisma, his undeniable sensuality.

She moved against him, rubbing against his engorged erection, snug against the divot of her derriere and mound. Surrender, a voice whispered in her mind. Stop fighting. Accept this. The relentless pull of her own desires, the undeniable pleasure she found in his touch... it was becoming harder and harder to resist.

Alejandro's arm tightened around her waist. "Craving me?" he murmured and placed a warm wet kiss on her shoulder.

She didn't answer, afraid to break the fragile spell that had settled over them. "Are you ready to submit to me?" He asked, his voice soft, almost vulnerable and he embedded his thickness between her thighs.

His hand held her face, turning her head to kiss her, a deep lingering kiss that stole her breath away. "You want to," he rasped.

She tried to resist and she should have pulled away, but his hold was firm. His hand brushed across her taut stiff nipple and her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a will of its own. A familiar heat flared within her, a simmering longing that she had now become dependent on, finally surfacing.

"No," she whimpered.

"Give in, Stina," he murmured. His hand moved from her thigh, trailing up her side in a slow, deliberate motion that left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She sucked in a breath as his fingers traced the curve of her breast, his touch both gentle and possessive.

His touch... oh God, his touch. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The heat of his skin against hers, the rasp of his stubble against her skin, the insistent pressure of his body against hers. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that echoed the rising tide of lust within her.

He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear, his breath, hot, making her feel like puddy in his arms. Between them, his bulge transformed to a solid force.

Reaching for her leg, he lifted it over his, opening her wide to him and she reached her breaking point.

"Are you wet for me?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper. Her mind was telling her: Stop him! "No," she whimpered, answering her own question and not his. Her cheeks burned, and she turned her face away, trying to hide her embarrassment. He was too perceptive. He always knew. He just always knew.

"You're lying. You're ready to submit to me," he finished, nailing the truth as his success.

The protests were gone, drowned out by the overwhelming need that consumed her. She wanted him. She craved him. She wanted to lose herself in his arms, to forget everything but the moment, the pleasure, the raw, primal connection between them.

She was no longer fighting. She was surrendering, willingly, eagerly. This wasn't about escaping, but admitting to the truth. With his kisses, his touch, his plundering, she conceded.

Alejandro nudged closer, reaching between them, to breach her core. The moment his body joined hers, she gasped, pulling at her tied hands. He slipped inside her sopping wetness and she sucked in a breath. As he pulled back, ready for a pounding thrust, she let go with a liberating sigh.

And he sank inside, pushing past her swollen, tender lips, until he was poised half way inside her. Reaching under her leg, wrapping his arm around it, he held on to her and speared her, deep. He continued to delve inside her in long strokes, as though he was penalizing her.

He pulled out again, far enough to rub his shaft against her clit with every other stroke, exciting her, driving her closer to the edge. She panted and groaned as he took his time with her, teasing her, provoking her for taking so long to give in to him.

It was like a race between them. His indecent whispers in her ear only encouraged her, his hunger increasingly gluttonous. Her hips moved to meet his, her world narrowing to the feel of him inside her, the sound of his voice, the heat of him.

"Now, your punishment for lying to me..." Selestina tugged at her restraints when Alejandro's palm gently spanked her mound. She stifled a squeal as his hand landed on her sticky crevice. His fingers slipped over her soaked swollen lips, squeezing around her jutting gem. Slick with her juices, he rubbed and prodded, then softly smacked her clit with a pulsing speed until she finally exploded.

Selestina's body convulsed around him, her waves ripping through her. She cried out, uncaged and liberated, as wave after wave of bliss washed over her. Alejandro continued to plunge, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

As her release subsided, she felt Alejandro's grip tighten and pulsated inside her. He groaned out loud, his labored thrusting turning greedy and hot strings of him coated her insides. Burying his face in the dampness of her neck, he stayed there, panting. They were entangled, their hearts racing, their bodies glistening with sweat.

At that moment, Selestina knew there was no turning back. She had surrendered to Alejandro and the realization both thrilled and terrified her. She had given in to her desires, but at what cost?

Alejandro brushed her hair away from her face and planted a long, demanding kiss on her lips. He nibbed and tasted while stroking her.

He didn't pull out. He remained buried deep within her. "Alejandro?" she tried.

"I'm not done with you," he sighed and his face dropped into her cascade of hair. "Sleep now," he mumbled, moments away from being asleep himself. "Then I will have you again."

And he did. More than once. Alejandro was insatiable and demanding and she was willing. She was sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of her own desires. The thought of escape, of being anywhere else than here, seemed distant, almost unreal. This was her life now, this opulent prison, this intoxicating, forbidden tornado of pleasure.

And she accepted her fate.

She was his.

~~~~~

Selestina ran her fingers over the back of each neatly organized book in Alejandro's office. There were hundreds of books in every language and every topic. She could spend a lifetime reading and exploring.

After opening and flipping through pages she found a hidden compartment behind his desk and was intrigued. Eagerly reading its title, she started to worry.

There were lewd descriptions of men and women enjoying each other in various bedside positions, some of which Alejandro had forced her to do and some that made her eyes widen and blink in astonishment.

Intrigued and unable to return the book to its home she flipped the page and gasped. Engrossed by the activity so unknown to her she trailed her finger over the paragraph with the sensual position the woman was in. She straddled the lover as if riding a wild stallion, his hands on her breasts.

It surprised her, but also sent spirals of warmth to her lower belly.

"Find something you like?" He murmured behind her and she jumped, dropping the book to the ground. Like a child she blushed, unable to say anything coherent, babbling like a daft woman.

Commanding the room as usual, he took a menacing step towards her. Would he get angry that she had trespassed his office?

He smirked, revealing a quick smile, then picked up the book.

Playfully, he cocked his head keeping his eyes boring into hers as if he knew what she was thinking. Slowly, he lifted the book looking at the page she had been on. Embarrassment covered her body like a disease taking claim and she turned her head. How could she possibly face him again?

"The Kamasutra. Do you know what it is?" He said in a low voice. The seductive tone was enough to hypnotically answer him by shaking her head and closing her eyes tight.

He grabbed her chin between two fingers and turned her to face him. She centered her eyes on his lips and parted her own slightly, shooting out her tongue to wet them. With the naughty image scorched in her mind, she closed her eyes as Don Alejandro put his lips on hers running his tongue inside her mouth.

His warm kiss didn't last long. Instead, he turned them around, her back turned to his desk. "Then I will teach you," he said and claimed her mouth more roughly this time. His wet tongue curled around hers, tasting and prodding.

The cool air of the room opened her eyes to find him quickly undressing her, the puffy sleeves of her dress dropping to her side as he masterfully untangled the strings of her corset. It pooled onto the floor and without bothering to cover her breasts Alejandro took in the view before him.

Her chest was heaving for air, noticing the depths of fire and desire in his eyes. It made her stomach into a cage of butterflies fluttering deep in her belly travelling lower pooling heat between her legs.

Alejandro ran his fingers in the hem of her pantaloons and swiftly she was standing completely naked before him while he was still completely dressed.

His eyes travelled over her voluptuous body, his lips slightly parted shooting his tongue in and out as if teasing her. His brown eyes had turned almost black filled with a need or a craving she could not explain.

His palms snaked around her waist and pulled her clutch against him. It made her feel breathless, and the rough feeling of his clothing scratching against her naked flesh was oddly satisfying.

A bit humiliated standing naked in front of him, she knew better than to disobey him. He guided them to his office chair and sat down. Meanwhile, he admired her standing before him.

"Straddle me," he finally directed, offering no help. Bending her knee she held her balance as he secured her in the large chair hovering above him. Alejandro hugged her so that she was at his chest, her breasts squeezing against him.

His shaft was bulging behind his breeches, modesty hardly being a word in his vocabulary. The shock of feeling his evident arousal, she sucked in a series of breaths in astonishment and all he did was smirk feeding his male ego.

Selestina waited for his next move without thinking too much of the warm feelings gathering between her legs. She was still unsure what he had planned for her. The urge to undress him was grueling.

Finally, she caught his gaze and she was certain she saw him struggling with his control. Not Alejandro. He was always in control.

He guided her wrists behind her back and warned, "Keep your hands there or else..." His voice broke as he spoke, and she only nodded.

Her generous chest displayed before him he licked his lips. When his oversized palms gripped each breast, shots of pleasure spread over her body. They massaged, kneaded and squeezed her globes without touching her nipples until his fondling had turned her legs into jelly.

As if weighing each swollen breast in his hand he flicked his thumb over one taught nipple stirring bolts and sparks within her. Each time, her body reacted, creaming her core. And he continued. Gently scraping his nail over her nipple the pleasure seared. Then, to torment her, he held each little gem between his fingers and rolled them, squeezing and pulling until she was begging him to stop.