Free Bottoms Up by Miranda Baker Page B

responses, completely blocking out everything but the slight weight of the cane in his hand, the distance between their bodies and the force and speed with which his arm swept through the air. He aimed lower, near her sweet spot, making her gasp. It wasn’t a high-pitched sound of discomfort—more a squeal of surprise.
    He continued to land blows on the lower curve of her buttock, watching carefully. When he saw her hips arch into his movement, then flex toward the table, satisfaction made his cock throb painfully against the leather confines of his pants. He ignored it. He’d been ignoring his erection for so long that the sting at the base of his spine was his new normal. He switched to the other side of her body and started at her shoulders again.
    She was so calm and accepting of his touch that he felt Godlike. He had to force himself not to rush down her body to reach her soft ass again. He wanted to stroke it with his cane, over and over, sending vibrations straight into her pussy. He wanted to see what would happen to her when he did, but first, he was going to draw it out and make them both wait for it. She trusted him to give her what she needed, and he was going to make it unforgettable for her.
    Johnny was careful not to hit her hard enough to leave lasting marks. The bright red stripes on her skin would not be there tomorrow. For now, though, she was a pretty piece of work. He labored to keep the lines symmetrical, pacing himself, waiting for her ass.
    He was almost there and already her hips were moving again. He caught her rhythm and matched it with the cane. Destiny’s eyes were shut and her mouth hung softly open. Breathy, guttural moans drifted from her lips in time with the beat of his cane. She was totally under, tuned in to the sensations he was giving her, and as unaware of her surroundings as he was. He didn’t give a crap about Karina and her boy toy anymore. He was going to make Destiny come with his cane.
    Her breath hitched, became a pant. Was she falling or coming? Her muscle tension increased across her thighs and buttocks. Johnny made a snap decision and vibrated the cane on the lower curve of her buttock as quickly and lightly as he could, catching the bounce and sending the energy back into her body.
    She was definitely coming.
    He switched sides and gave her other buttock the same treatment, finishing with a series of gradually lessening strokes on the fleshiest part of her ass. She was breathing deeply, almost as if she had fallen asleep, and her hips still rocked slightly, tempting him to climb onto the table and crawl inside her.
    He leaned down to brush a kiss on her temple.
    “Good?”
    She rolled over and stretched her arms above her head in a gesture of pure female enticement. Her thighs fell open, and just like that, it was no longer possible to ignore the demands of his body. He needed to get inside her. Now.
    He levered one knee up on the table. “Say green,” he demanded.
    Destiny blinked, unseeing, pupils black and wide.
    The noise of the room hit him like a body blow and brought him to his senses. Johnny cursed, using the harsh invective to restore his self-control. He pulled Destiny to a sitting position, and then quickly to her feet, mindful of the fact that her ass was most definitely sore. She slid off the table, eyes downcast, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for his command.
    His heart swelled, only slightly less than his cock. She was so perfect, so responsive. So his. He’d made her come with a goddamn cane. She was fearless.
    The thought incited a burst of anxiety that torched his nerves.
    Fearless wasn’t good. It was reckless. Careless. Destructive. Johnny shook his head, trying to clear the haze of panic. Ten seconds ago, he’d been half in love with her for her incredible submission, and now he was angry because it was so easy for her? The whole point of coming here tonight was to prove himself a worthy Master, to make her submit to him again, properly.