Free The Alpha Claims A Mate by Georgette St. Clair Page B

strategic places, with ropes dangling from them, and he positioned her by two of the metal rings.
     
    Then, he tied each wrist to a rope and adjusted them until her arms were stretched over her head.  She was facing the wall, with no idea of what he’d do next. The anticipation made her shiver. She wanted his hands on her so badly, wanted to feel his muscular body crushing her up against him…
     
    He grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down until it lay on the floor, puddled around her ankles. She was wearing pink lacy hipster underwear that exposed most of her generously sized rear end.
     
    He ran his fingers slowly over the skin of her right butt cheek, fingers lovingly tracing the ivory globe. Trails of pleasure sizzled in the path of his fingers, shooting through all the nerves in her body, down to her fingertips and toes. Her pussy throbbed with need.   She bit back a moan and squirmed where she stood.
     
    “You’re going to count out loud for each stroke,” he told her. She glanced back and realized that he was holding a paddle in his hand, and she tensed in anticipation. “If you don’t count, then the stroke doesn’t count. Got it?” His voice cracked through the air, stern and authoritative.
     
    “Yes,” she whimpered.
     
    Please. Do it, she thought.
     
    “Yes, what?”
     
    “Yes, sir.”
     
    Suddenly she felt a sharp thwack on her right butt cheek, and felt mingled pleasure and pain sizzling through her body.
     
    “One!” she cried out quickly.
     
    “Louder.  You get nine more strokes,” he said. He swung the paddle again, and she cried out, letting out a moan. “Two,” she cried out. He moved to a different spot and smacked the paddle onto her butt check. “Three,” she yelled, dancing in place.
     
    Again, and she could feel the hot blossom of pain blooming where he’d struck, but it felt so right.
     
    “Four!”
     
    “Still not loud enough, Ginger.”
     
    He moved the paddle again, and she gasped out loud as it struck her sensitive flesh, and glowing embers of pleasure bloomed inside her.  “Five!”she yelled at the top of her lungs.
     
    “ Ahh, that’s much better. You’re learning,” he said.
     
    “Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” she called out, loudly.
     
    “Very good, Ginger,” he said in a voice grown husky with desire, and then traced his fingers over the spot he’d just struck.
     
    He knelt down behind her and ran his tongue along her stinging flesh.  “ Mmmmm,” she moaned, not even trying to hide her pleasure any more as he caressed her heated skin with swirling strokes of his tongue.
     
    Then he stood up again, and resumed paddling her.  Each strike sent lightning bolt of pleasure jolting through her body. She whimpered in pleasure, a ball of heat curling up in her abdomen.
     
    “Five!” She clenched her teeth. When the paddle made contact with her bottom, the pleasure shot through her entire body, and she could feel heat pooling in her abdomen, below her navel.  Her nerves were alive, crackling with desire, craving the sting of the paddle.
     
    He was going to make her come. Right here, in front of everyone.
     
    There were a crowd of men and women watching now, and she was breathing hard, gasping with pleasure. 
     
    Oddly she wasn’t self-conscious. Maybe it was the way the men looked at her here, as if she were incredibly sexy and they were turned on just by looking at her.
     
    Several more paddle strokes and she couldn’t help herself. The final paddle stroke sent her over the edge . “Ten!” she screamed, and she felt the ball of heat explode inside her, shooting sparks throughout her body, and wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. She whimpered and shuddered as she dangled helplessly from the ropes. “Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped.  Her panties were absolutely soaked.
     
    When Loch untied her, she moaned with release and slumped into his arms. He held her up easily, his muscular arms wrapping around her, and