Free Bind and Keep Me, Book 2 by Cari Silverwood Page A

Fuck him.
    I glared back and his smile faded into a narrow-eyed calculating study of
me
. Crap. I chickened out. I pulled the blanket over my head.
    The thud of him getting out of bed then the subsequent thump of his footsteps approaching made me oscillate between an urge to throw back the blanket and tell him to fuck off, and a need to hide away forever. My heart hammered madly.
    “Come out, Stephanie.”
    “No,” I said, quiet yet defiant. What a good start to the day.
    “I think you just earned your first punishment.”
    I quivered and stared into the dark under the blanket. What the hell did that mean?
    A few seconds later the blanket was ripped from my grasp.
    “What a surprise,” he said dryly. Then he unlocked the leash from the ring and tugged on it. “Crawl to the bed.” The jerk on my neck made me glower up at him.
    “I am not an animal.” And to his bed? As if. When I went to rise he put his foot on the leash so I was unable to get up.
    “If I say you are to crawl, you crawl. Come.” He tugged again.
    “Damn you,” I muttered under my breath, but I went to hands and knees and crawled. A few feet from the bed he stooped and picked me up around the middle then carried me the rest of the way half-draped over his arm like some sort stuffed toy he’d rescued from the floor. He plopped down on the bed with me head down over his lap.
    “Fuck! Put me down, you cunt. You have no right!”
    If it wasn’t for his hand also gripping my hair, I’d have done a far better job, but I squirmed anyway and tried to bite his thigh. Between my cries and cursing I heard him tell Jodie to get a ball gag. The bed rocked as she went to do as he asked. Thinking he was distracted, I sank my nails into his thigh but only managed one deep scratch before he shoved my face into the bedclothes then wrenched both my wrists behind me and linked them together.
    I didn’t have any idea what I was really doing except delaying the inevitable.
    “Bastard,” I spat those angry words into the sheet, inhaling the scent of their sex. “Fucking let me go! Let me go!”
    “No,” he said calmly. “You are going to learn to obey without all this nonsense. The consequences of disobedience…” He slammed his hand down on my ass. The slap jolted me forward and seemed to echo. The sting nailed me to the spot. Each phrase from then on was punctuated with another smack of his hand. “Are. Immediate if possible. Painful. If possible. Or otherwise appropriate. You will not. Swear. At me or Jodie.” One side, then the other. Harder and harder, like some robot on a mission to obliterate my ass. By now I was gasping in a choked, high-pitched fashion. “Gag, Jodie.”
    With him holding my hair tight enough to make me wonder frantically if he was going to pull it out by the roots, a smooth ball was wrestled into my mouth and a buckle done up at the back.
    “Bastard,” I coughed weakly around the ball.
    “What?”
Slam
, he hit me again.
    I found more energy and kicked backward with both legs, and the side of one foot slapped flesh.
    “You okay, Jodie?” His tone was clipped.
    Oh fuck. I’d kicked her.
    At the same time as asking that, he’d pinned my upper body down, and now he managed to rearrange me so he could put his leg across the back of my knees. My wriggles did nothing. I was completely trapped. Just his leg seemed heavier than a ton of bricks. Panting around the gag, I slumped, turned my head sideways so I could get more air, and gave in. Staring blurrily out at the room and the mat where I’d slept, I trembled, and waited for the next blow.
    “I’m okay,” Jodie said. “Just winded.”
    In all this time, he’d left my panties on, but now he tugged them down below the curve of my ass. I closed my eyes as his big fingers slid down into my crevice and between my lower lips. I was wet down there still. My whimper sounded pitiful even to me.
    How dare he touch me there!
    “I see you were indeed having fun. Do you think she