Saving Alexander
Authors: Susan Mac Nicol
SAVING ALEXANDER
Famous author though he may be, Alexander Montgomery is not someone you take home to meet your mother. Seriously flawed, damaged by a horrific past, he’s trying hard to claw his way back to normality. But how can anyone respect what he truly is? His therapy involves regular sessions at Study in Scarlet, an exclusive S&M club.
Then comes Sage. Tall, with black hair and blue eyes, an up-and-coming actor with impossible charm and boy-next-door good looks, he’s the perfect choice to play the leading man in a TV adaptation of Alex’s latest best-seller. Even more, he
is
a man you introduce to your family. Which Alex would do—if he weren’t taken by another man who offers the punishments Alex prays will wipe away the past and make him the person he wants to be. Yet, perhaps there is another path to redemption. If only the solution would reach out and touch him.
SAVING ALEXANDER
Susan Mac Nicol
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SAVING ALEXANDER
Copyright © 2013 Susan Elaine Mac Nicol
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In 2007, I lost someone very close to me. My younger sister, Carol, was a romance buff, a woman who always wanted people to have a happy-ever-after. She would be terribly amused to see that her big sister—the one who always pooh-poohed romance stories and told her she was a softy—is now writing them for a living. Alex’s birthday is the same as hers, the 27th September. He’s a Libra, too, a peace-lover. In this way I hope she lives on in other memories like she does with our family.
Miss you, sweetheart. Always.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I’d like to thank the wonderful Elizabeth Cummings from Dallas, Texas, for being my partner in the sense of checking psychological aspects and character motivations in this book.
And, as always, a shout-out to my wonderful family for putting up with me while I ponder out loud the use of whips, floggers and sex in Alex’s life....
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Alexander Montgomery was in a lot of pain. Pain of his own choosing but pain nonetheless.
He watched as Eric Rossi, hair as darkly red as his name suggested, tightened the bindings around his wrists, slowly trailing the custom-made leather whip down his naked body. Alex’s torso was already marked with the various slashes Eric had made on his stomach, buttocks and hips, and Eric’s willing prisoner held his breath as he waited to see what came next.
Eric walked around to stand before him as Alex hung by his wrists on the smooth gunmetal St. Andrews standing cross embedded in floor of the luxurious basement, this place Alex came when he needed solace. Eric grinned widely, showing off perfect white teeth. His tongue crept out of the corner of his mouth as he teased Alex, deciding where and how he should strike next.
Eric’s lean, well-defined body was sweaty and shiny, clad in only a pair of unzipped white denim jeans, the colour stark against his dark tan, the skin tone he’d inherited from his Argentinean father. As was his usual fashion, he wore no underwear and Alex saw his impressive cock, deeply purple and swollen, jutting out from the opening. Alex’s own cock stood up like a rocket and he winced at the dull, aching sensation in his groin.
“Alex, are you all right?” Eric said solicitously, even though Alex knew Eric didn’t really care. “You’re looking a little pale.”
Eric reached out a hand, tweaking Alex’s nipple then leaning down to claim it with his mouth. Alex closed his eyes at the feel of his wet mouth and ravenous tongue.
His Principal’s mouth travelled across his chest and up his throat, coming to rest beside his ear. Eric bit the lobe viciously. Alex winced.
That
would go with the bite marks on other parts of his body that Eric had made tonight.
He knew if he cried out Eric would simply hurt him again, worse than before. And he knew he still had a fair amount more of this oh-so carefully orchestrated brutality to endure. He’d rather not add to it. Even he had his limit. Eric took deep breaths as he moved around behind Alex, running his hand over his naked back down to his clenched buttocks. He slapped him hard-on his backside. He did it again and again, each time harder than the last.
Alex bit his lip to keep from crying out. Eric finally stopped and Alex heard the whip flick. It smacked him hard, once, then again on his lower back. He gritted his teeth, but when Eric struck him across his shoulders he cried out at the shock of stinging pain, unable to maintain the silence required to make his tormentor gentler.
He sensed rather than saw Eric shaking his head. “Alex. What have I told you? Your rules, remember? No crying out, no whimpers, no groans. Or it just gets worse. Now I have to punish you. Are you ready?” He reached around, stroking Alex’s cock, his fingers lightly touching the tip.
Alex gasped with the feeling as the pressure built and his hips pushed out uncontrollably toward Eric’s hand.
Eric chuckled. “You know better than to come unless I tell you that you can. So restrain yourself.” His voice was harsh.
Alex made an effort to suppress the overwhelming need to orgasm, bracing himself for a slash of Eric’s whip, clenching his teeth together. The crack never came.
Eric chuckled quietly. “Sometimes I like to exercise my prerogative and change my mind. You’ve been through enough tonight. Time to end it, don’t you think?”
The distinct desire in his voice was evident and Alex thought Eric had chosen to end it for his own pleasure, to finish off the evening for him in the way Eric liked most. Inside Alex.
Flickering lights highlighted the sweat on Eric’s face as he circled Alex like a hungry tiger. Alex stood on a small square of dark wooden floor in the centre of an ornate Rococo room. Glittering chandeliers lit the room dimly, casting shadows around the richly decorated walls. The roof was sculptured with decadent images that in normal circumstances would catch the eyes and made one breathe a sigh of wonder.
Baroque figures scattered about the room watched Alex and Eric with dead eyes, their faces pastel white and non-judgmental. The sheer opulence of the room was overwhelming.
But for Alex, this place was not about the décor or the ambience. His world revolved around the four square feet he stood on and the man standing in front of him. Eric wore a look of sheer avarice.
This
constituted Alex’s solace and universe when he was here. Alex’s body was bound right in the centre of this sacred space, his arms outstretched and secured to the cross. The green silk ropes binding his wrists were tight, the long, loose ends trailing down his arm, brushing his body as he moved. It tickled, the sensation sometimes driving him crazy. His legs were spread apart, ankles secured to large, golden hoops on the floor, the same type of silk ties binding them fast. He was almost on tiptoes and the muscles in his long, strong legs threatened to cramp and seize up with the effort.
Eric lifted Alex’s chin with one hand. “Look at me!” he commanded, brushing his fingertips against Alex’s two-day-old stubble.
Alex levelled his eyes to Eric’s, and he lost his breath at the greedy look in them. Not for the first time Alex wondered whether these sessions were for him or for Eric. The lines between customer and seller seemed to blur. The other man seemed to take such special pleasure in Alex.
Eric spoke huskily. “I’m going to let you go now. You know what to do.” He reached up, untying Alex’s arms and dropping the ties onto the floor. Alex stood unsteadily before him. Eric motioned imperiously with his hand. Alex walked over to the large four-poster bed in the corner of the room, lying down on his stomach and turning his head away from Eric, his arms above his head. The silk sheets felt cool and slippery against his skin, soothing the welts and injuries on the front of his body. His cock was hard, needy and he desperately wanted release. He pressed himself harder into the bed, trying to ease the ache and throbbing in his groin.
The bed was used only after the flogging was over, when Eric granted them both the release they needed. Sometimes Alex was simply handcuffed to one of the posts of the bed, standing upright while Eric had his way. Other times he was spread-eagled out flat with Eric pounding away behind him. Alex was never quite sure which scenario was going to play out. Alex didn’t want the emotion and discipline that went with a typical Dom/sub relationship. He was simply a paying customer with a set of rules that his “Principal,” Eric, would enforce. Alex, Eric’s “Charge,” refused to call Eric Master or Sir.
Behind him, he heard Eric’s jeans drop to the floor, then felt the bed move as Eric lay down next to him. He heard the snap of a bottle opening and imagined Eric coating his fingers with lubricant.
It was obviously going to be lying down tonight.
Eric’s slippery hands slowly trailed their way from the back of Alex’s neck down his spine and into the crease of his buttocks. Alex hissed in satisfaction as Eric slid a finger slowly into his hole, which immediately clenched around the man’s fingers.
Eric’s breaths were deep gasps of air, indicating his arousal as he pushed a second finger inside Alex. Alex moaned silently at the feeling those scissoring fingers invoked, craving the sensation as Eric got him ready for his cock. He pressed his face into the pillow lest he cry out.
If he made any noise, Eric may not finish it.
He’d been known to leave Alex dangling at the precipice of satisfaction and go off and indulge himself with someone else as a punishment. Not often, but it had happened.