Free Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Chloe Lang

what to say.”
    “You don’t have to say anything.” He grabbed her hair braid and pulled her back to his side. “Who’s in charge here?”
    There was no doubt in her. He saw everything. “You are.”
    “That’s right. Good girl.” He attached cuffs to her wrists and gathered up some items. She was too woozy and spent to look to see what they were. Instead, she leaned into his chest.
    He led her to the tree. “We’re here now to issue punishment for trespassing. That’s considered a pretty big crime in these parts, pet. So, I’ll not be going light on you. No paddles. You’re about to graduate to feel the bite of my whip. Understand?”
    She swallowed hard, anxious as to what was coming. “I think so.”
    “Some members of The Masters’ Chambers say I’m sadistic, but I pride myself on my self-control. Pain has a purpose. It’s a tool. Doesn’t work for everyone the same way, but for you, it works like a charm.”
    Jessie knew what he said was true.
    Master attached her wrist cuffs to the clamps in the tree limb above her head. “Excellent, pet.”
    Warmth shot through her body up from her pussy and into her throbbing clit.
    “This is my specialized leg spreader.” He held it up for her to see. It looked like a shiny metal tube with several loops on the ends. “I’m going to attach this to your ankles. You see the two rings near the ends?”
    As gooseflesh popped up on her skin, she nodded.
    “Those, I’ll stake to the ground, fastening the spreader so you won’t be able to move an inch. It’ll feel different than the ball-tie, but it will still immobilize you just as well.”
    Per his promise, he anchored her to the tree and the ground with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide. She listened to his final step to immobilize her. The metal clang hit her eardrums hard as he drove the rods into the earth.
    Austin pulled out a long black whip from the table’s lower shelf. “Ready to be introduced to my singletail’s bite?”
    She chewed on her lip, wanting to answer, but unable to find words.
    “Give me a color, pet.”
    “Y–Yellow,” she whispered.
    “Good girl. Let’s get you back to green.” He kissed her deeply, until her body felt like a drenched cloth. His tongue swept into her mouth, sending hot and overwhelming sensations through her.
    He tugged on her hair braid and brought his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his lips devastating assault. She moaned her surrender into his mouth.
    “What color now, pet?”
    She sighed. “Green, Master.”
    “Excellent.” He stepped back, and studied her. “Listen to me, Jessie. It’s true that a whip in inexperienced hands can be very dangerous, but I’m very experienced. I have been throwing single tails for years, and I practice with my whips every day. I won’t harm you.”
    His pledge did some to ease her concerns.
    “But know this, you can take pain. In fact, pet, you lust for it.”
    Deep down, she knew he was right. His stings had sent her to a space of release and abandon, helping her to focus on his gifts of awesome sensations in her body and of pure emotions in her mind.
    He stood in front of her, and rolled out the leather whip. It was at least six feet long, maybe even eight. Sensual jitters swelled through her, causing a concert of burn to hit her nipples and clit.
    Master grinned, then sent the length of the strap into the air to the left of her. Crack! Jessie jerked against her restraints, though she didn’t move more than a fraction of an inch. Akin to thunder, once again, he snaked the whip through the air calling forth the savage beast.
    His skill with the whip was obvious, as Master made it dance in front of her. He threw it overhand, then backhand, then sidearm, and then like a lion tamer forming an S in the sky. This routine went on for several minutes. He called forth the wicked sound, again and again, until she was nothing more than a puddle. She feared and craved the feel of the monster’s