Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
As if sensing her distress, Anthony suddenly eased the intensity. He brushed her skin with the leather in long, sweeping strokes until her panic ebbed away. Relieved, Hannah inhaled deeply and released her breath in a long sigh. She settled into herself as he slowly but surely increased the intensity once more.
The leather continued its stinging dance over her flesh, but it was easier to take now. No, that wasn’t exactly right. It was somehow more necessary now. She wasn’t just enduring the lash or even enjoying it precisely. She needed it.
A dark pleasure sluiced through her as the flogger moved from her thighs to shoulder and back again. The heat on her skin penetrated through to her blood and her bones. She felt energized and determined. The sting was still there but it was now encased in velvet and satin, its touch both thrilling and soothing.
Hannah moaned without meaning to. Her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed. “More,” she heard herself beg. A gush of moisture had dampened her inner thighs. Her cunt pulsed with the need to be filled. Her skin was on fire from shoulder to thigh.
He obliged, flogging her with a steady, slapping motion that sent her into a kind of trance. At the same time, she felt wildly alive.
“Oh, god,” she cried, confused by the clashing sensations building inside her.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against a hard body. Before she quite realized what was happening, Master Anthony cupped her cunt, his fingers finding the hard nubbin of her clit.
Hannah’s brain stuttered, shock and guilt colliding head-on with wild, careening lust. She opened her mouth to explain, to protest. Instead, a groan was dragged from deep in her throat, guttural and raw. She forgot who she was, where she was or why she was there.
The pads of his fingers were sandpaper-rough against her sex as he held her in place against him. Every nerve in her body narrowed to his touch. She could feel his erection, hard against her back. Her ass stung from the flogging, the erotic pain only adding to her pleasure.
As he slid a finger into her sopping heat, her body shook with lust and need. Her heart leapt and tumbled in her chest as she panted, unable to fill her lungs. She was going to catch fire.
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…
“Oh,” she cried as a powerful orgasm crested and crashed through her, catching her off guard. The pleasure was blinding, made all the sweeter by the lingering sting from the lash.
Still his hand moved over and inside her, pulling a second and then a third climax from her body. When he finally let her go, she sagged against her cuffs. Her head felt heavy, and she let it loll forward as she drifted in a post-orgasmic daze…
Slowly, the world clicked back on. Hannah could still feel his hard body just behind her, though his hands had fallen away. As Hannah came back to herself, the shock of what had just happened—what she’d allowed to happen—slammed into her.
How did she feel about a man who was not Andy touching her so intimately? How did Lucia feel about her Master making another woman come right next to her?
Hannah dared a glance in Lucia’s direction. Anthony had released her wrists from their confines and was cradling her gently in his arms.
Hannah froze in confused consternation.
If Anthony was with Lucia, then who…?
“What the hell,” she gasped, twisting in her shackles as she tried to turn around.
“I was just going to ask you that,” Mason rumbled from behind her, a chuckle in his voice. “Don’t you know sub girls ask for permission before coming?”
Chapter 6
“What do you think?” Mason asked Anthony as he freed Hannah from the cuffs and brought her arms down to her sides. “Should we punish the newbie for coming without permission?”
He was going for casually breezy and was reasonably sure he’d pulled it off. He’d learned long ago while being berated and belittled by irate chefs during his early days in the kitchen how to hide his emotions. Never let them see you sweat—that was his motto.
But inside he felt anything but casual. He’d lost his cool, even if no one else knew it. He’d only meant to tease her a moment in order to add a dash more spice to such a tame scene. But her trembling, breathy reaction to his touch had shot directly to his cock, stiffening it to steel. When she’d come like that, with such passion and raw abandon, he’d felt powerful and in control.
Now Hannah pulled away from him, wrapping her arms protectively around herself. She was flushed, her hair tousled, her eyes bright.
“That’s not fair,” she cried, looking from Mason to Anthony. “I didn’t know…he wasn’t supposed to…I’ve never…” She trailed off, looking so genuinely perplexed and anxious that he almost felt sorry for her.