''Again?'' Christian hissed between gritted teeth, holding a thick leather cat o' nine tails in his firm grasp. Her hands were fastened to a red stained oak cross which was nailed to the wall of their room. A room in which Christian had hired from a previous business associate who had experience and connections within his field of interest. '' Yes, Sir.'' She spoke clearly, her hair was slick on her face with sweat; she was panting for breath and her body was weak with pleasure. Christian needed no more words as he swung back the tails and watched them slap down on her flesh with a pleasurable thud. Her skin puckered from the impact immediately, and a sharp throb shot straight through Christian, he walked over to her smirking to himself as she kept her eyes on the ground. Her naked flesh was littered with red marks, he let his fingertips traced over them allowing her a few minutes to gather her thoughts.
His lips lingered over her sweat coated skin, kissing every inch of bare flesh which was left exposed to his; her inner thighs, her collarbones and everywhere he could possibly imagine. He dropped to his knees, teasing her thighs with the roughness of his stubble covered jaw which was enough to make her hips jolt in lust. He kissed her through her damp panties, eyeing her as she moved her hips closer to his eager mouth begging for more than butterfly kisses. His skilled fingers quickly unclasped the restraints from her feet, hooking each leg over his firm shoulders and tugged her hips closer to him using his pink tongue to explore every inch of soaked fabric making her squirm in delight, moans rolled from her pink lips as his fingers tore her thong in two uneven pieces, his tongue instantly darted to her hot core; flicking his tongue over the throbbing bundle of nerves on her womanhood. He firmly locked his lips around the bundle, suckling on them and collected the sweet nectar on his tongue. She couldn't hold in her words any longer and let out a few choice curse words out in a rough sentence, her thighs clamping around his head.
Christian's hand grasped her hips, shoving her back quickly before he stood up to his feet, lifting the hem of his grey t-shirt to wipe his lips before he walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from the minibar, leaving the young brunette breathless from his violent assault on her womanhood. '' Enjoy yourself?'' Christian raised an eyebrow, taking a few gulps of water from his bottle before stepping over to her; he lifted the bottle to her dry lips tilting it enough to let the clear liquid pour into her mouth, she swallowed eagerly before he pulled the bottle away, watching the droplets trickle from her lips over her tender flesh. '' Yes, Sir.'' She eventually replied, he nodded quietly; reaching up to unfasten her hands from the cross, she collapsed into his waiting arms. He carried her over to the silk covered bed, tucking her beneath the soft fabrics brushing her brunette hair from her forehead with a smirk. '' You're dismissed for the evening, Hannah. Rest now, I insist.'' Christian demanded, pulling the covers over her bare body before standing up. '' Won't you stay the night, Sir?'' She whispered, letting her heavy head lay upon the plush pillow. '' He shook his head quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets. '' No.'' He said firmly, walking from the room and into his own across the hall.
Christian mentally thanked his business partner for the distance between himself and Hannah, she'd been his for a few short months but her demand for closeness had become more apparent. He couldn't commit in ways that these ladies wished, even if the subject was written in black and white on executive paper; it was still a subject that many women before Hannah had chosen to dismiss. Hannah was soft, gentle and sweet; she was highly educated and sexually exclusive to him. Christian dragged out his laptop, opening it quickly and responded to the high volume of emails that flooded his inbox allowing himself to submerge himself into work and his partnerships with his associates. He'd replied to Georgia, his previous submissive of whom had supplied him with this establishment for the weekend. Christian was emerged in business conferences and heavy paperwork, including another vast amount of interview requests from the university he associated with.
Christian raced through the city, his hood thrown over his head as he jogged; music blared through his headphones as he attempted to forget the evening's nightmares that had ripped him from his slumber, his body was covered in sweat when he woke up and he couldn't get the twisted thoughts to leave him alone.
He arrived back at his room, throwing open the door before stripping to his underwear and flicked the shower on; a cough caught his attention as he turned quickly in shock, his eyes widened as he saw a familiar older woman sat in the leather chair beside the window.
'Elena..'
