Free At Her Command (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Page A

her lips. So proud, this one. So much fun. He continued to growl out defiance until his back was flushed red from the gentle—and some not-so-gentle—strokes of her crop.
    Deciding it was time to up the stakes, she closed on him. His boots had already been removed. His breeches would come next, and she spared him no modesty as she forced her hands between him and the rack to unlace his fly. Getting his erection free of the fabric took some effort. The man was rock hard, swollen purple with need.
    “Part of you yields,” she observed. She stripped his pants away and flung them carelessly to the floor.
    She flipped two latches on the rack that freed the panel at cock and buttock level. Now he was vulnerable to her from both sides, no matter what direction or angle she put him. When she nodded to her guards, they tethered him at the knees and ankles.
    She crossed to the front of the frame where his erection poked out, long and proud. Bending at the waist, she lifted the peplum covering her buttocks. She backed up to brush against Neil’s cock, back and forth.
    “Would you not break your laws to have me, captain?”
    This time he was slower to respond. “No.”
    “You weaken. Perhaps we can speed you along.”
    She applied the crop to his bare left buttock this time, hard and sharp. She followed it with a stinging slap from her palm and she watched as the blood rose, turning his skin red. Switching sides, she punished his other buttock until they were both equally stained red.
    She gave him no chance to yield before the next step. Today, she meant to take their exploration miles farther than last time. He’d asked for this specifically when he’d booked this fantasy. It was the first time she would attempt anything like it, and while she did so, she knew her trainer, Thomas, would be watching from the wings, just in case. The knowledge that he would be there, observing, both unnerved and excited her. She hoped he was in position, because her curiosity and eagerness to get started was beginning to override her control.
    She picked up a bottle of lube, greasing her hands and dripping clear liquid between his buttocks. He groaned in anticipation of these first delicate steps. She took great delight in prolonging his anticipation, exacerbating it by tilting the rack farther forward and splitting the bottom panels slightly to force his knees apart.
    Her client sighed out a curse, and she couldn’t help a full-fledged smile. She trailed a fingertip from the small of his back between his buttocks. She came to a stop when she touched his anus. The tightly puckered hole flexed in response. He wanted this. Badly, and she gave it to him, slipping her finger inside his sphincter. He tightened against the intrusion. She let him breathe through it for a moment or two before slowly beginning to rotate her finger, pumping only to very shallow depths. There would be plenty of time for rough play later. For now, she wanted to tease and caress, trade an easy affection first so that any pain involved was not careless or accidental. He would have to be eased into penetration, stretched and relaxed before they could move on.
    She felt him pushing against her now and deepened the play, pumping and twisting with more force.
    “Oh, God, that’s good,” he groaned.
    With her free hand, she smacked his ass. He had fallen out of character. If they were to see his fantasy through to the end, he couldn’t break immersion. Not yet.
    He muttered a sorry and she smacked him again, and at the same time, drove her finger in as far as it would go. He cried out in ecstatic surprise, panting now. She knew the sensations would be building inside, forming into a sensual pressure that could quickly overwhelm if he let it.
    She withdrew her finger and gave him time to recover. Meanwhile, she picked up the crop again and placed two blows at the juncture of thigh and buttock, reddening the skin once more.
    When his breathing shallowed out again, she refreshed