Free Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) by K. R. Haynes Page B

Chloe cried out when her injured right foot bumped against his leg. She stopped moving altogether upon hearing a feral growl coming from the man feasting at her breasts.
    Oh, shit. She was in big trouble now. Not only did she cry out his name and cuss about her ankle, she had also spoken twice without a direct question from him. There was nothing she could do or say to stop whatever happened to her now. So she lay there practically naked on his bed and watched as Jon stalked over to a box in the corner of the bedroom. Chloe couldn’t see what he took out. A small part of her didn’t want to know what he had in store for her either.
    Lying there on his bed, she remained utterly still and silent. Her lips were sealed shut. Not a word would come pass those disobedient lips of hers from now on. Well, until he let her that is.
    She sucked in a harsh breath when she caught a glimpse of what Randall held in his hands as he stalked back to her. He had chosen her punishment for her. Oh, god, could she really go through with this? Could she let him have his wicked way with her? Randall sure was a sexual force to be reckoned with. Her body craved the sight of him and the domineering power he was wheeling her way.
    Chloe knew he wouldn’t tolerate her disrespecting a direct order he had given to her. So why did she kept on pushing him? Did she enjoy pushing him? Did she like the thrill she received when she revved him up? She would answer “yes” to all those questions if she were allowed to speak. He was Dominant to be sure. So what did that make her? What did he expect from her? Did he fully expect her complete obedience when they were in the bedroom? Or did he expect it outside the bedroom as well?
          Chloe quickly glance down at her now naked body. How the hell did she not notice him removing the rest of her damn clothes? Now, she lay before him completely naked for his eyes only. Without a word to her, he lifted both her arms up above her head and cuffed them to the headboard. She trembled slightly at being trussed up for him to do as he pleased. Her eyes watched him move and cuff her good ankle to the bedpost, leaving her wide open and vulnerable to him.
    His head dipped down and his lips brushed along the column of her neck. She gasped in surprise at the feel of his teeth biting down on her earlobe. He soothed the sting away with a flick of his tongue. When Randall stood back up, Chloe noticed his eyes had darkened even further. He held a red silk sash out in front of her so she could see it. She swallowed hard, not knowing what he was intending to do with it.
    “Do you know what this is for, little girl?” he asked her.
    Holding back her smart-ass comment took some effort on her behalf, but she did it anyway. “No, Sir,” she whispered quietly to him.
    “This is for that mouth of yours, little girl. The one you seemed to have trouble keeping closed.”
    After wrapping the red silk around her mouth and tying it at the back of her head, Randall leant down and whispered into her ear. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shiver. “The only words I wish to hear from you now are ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir.’ If you want me to stop, you say your safe word. Nod your head so I know you understand me.”
    Nodding her head, Chloe waited for him to issue her the safe word. “History,” he told her, would always be her safe word. She knew she would never say that word to him. Chloe found herself trusting him so completely that it shocked her. Maybe it was because they had known each other years ago, even if she couldn’t remember their time together. She still had this unwavering trust in him.
    So lost in her own thoughts, Chloe didn’t see Randall raise the flogger until a fire flared across her bare flesh from the strike he had given her. He raised the flogger again, aiming it this time at her left thigh.
    After about twenty strikes of the flogger coming down onto her flesh, her body hummed with a