Free Power Play: A Black & White Collection Story by Mari Carr Page A

on with it.”
    She lifted the crop, dragging the tip down his chest and then across his shoulders. For several moments, she moved in what he thought were random patterns. When she drew a K, he realized she was spelling her name.
    “Marking your territory?”
    Her gaze met his and she didn’t smile. “I think I am.”
    Clearly she hadn’t liked his right now comment. He wanted to figure out how to feel about that, but before the thought could penetrate, she moved the crop down to his cock. His fists clenched as he wondered about her intentions. How pissed off was she?
    She read his rigid pose easily. “Haven’t you ever heard the expression don’t bite the hand that feeds you ?”
    She was still teasing his rigid flesh with the crop and he was having serious trouble processing her meaning.
    “Yeah,” he barked out.
    “I’m not about to maim something that gives me so much pleasure.”
    With her words, he released the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Christ, the woman held him in the palm of her hands. His head was screaming at him to jerk the bar off the wall, free himself from her contraption, but his body wouldn’t move. Even with her taunts, her threats, his stupid cock remained standing at attention, begging her for more.
    She walked around him slowly, crossing the threshold into his office. His back was to her and he knew she was about to up the ante on their wager. She dragged her fingernail along his back. “You liked spanking my ass.”
    Her words were a statement, not a question, so he didn’t reply. He hadn’t liked spanking her. He’d fucking loved it. There was something about seeing her ass marked by his hand. Some dark possessive part of his nature craved that mark.
    “Maybe that will help you understand why I need to do this.”
    Before he could reply, she brought the crop down on his back. If he’d expected tenderness, he’d been a damn fool. She knew what she was doing, knew how to use the instrument in her hand. Three more times, she struck, each blow touching him in a different place. His back was on fire and he couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped each time she hit him.
    She paused after the fourth blow, stepping forward. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing. She was blowing on his back. Her lips dispersed cool air along every mark of the crop. His cock twitched. He squirmed. It felt amazing. Like nothing he’d never experienced.
    He felt like a powder keg about to explode. “God, Frankie. Can’t last. Gotta come.”
    She placed a gentle hand on his back. “No. Not yet.” She increased the pressure, pushing on his sore skin, the pain helping him forget his need for a moment.
    He heard her drop the crop on the floor and he struggled to decide whether he was relieved or disappointed. Her hands gripped his waist from behind and she tugged him toward her.
    “Bend at the waist,” she commanded. “As much as you’re able.”
    He complied. Somewhere along the line, he’d given his body to her. He was hers for the taking, the exploring, the adventure. There was—quite simply—nothing he wouldn’t give her at this moment.
    She reached around him and lightly gripped his cock. After her firm touches and painful blows, her stroke was disappointing, not enough.
    “Harder.”
    She placed a soft kiss on his upper back. “No.”
    “Dammit Frankie. You’ve had your fun, but—”
    She removed her hand from his cock completely. “Bad boy. Don’t move. Not a muscle.” She walked away and he fought the urge to look behind him, to see what she was doing.
    He heard her rifling through his desk and his curiosity piqued. “Looking for something?”
    She returned and took her place directly behind him once more. He was beginning to feel like a fool, chained in a doorway, bent at an odd angle, his bare ass sticking out. God help him if Brian decided to walk in.
    Something cold touched his ass and he knew what she’d grabbed. For a moment, his cock actually