Free Never Have I Ever by Alisha Rai Page B

Her breathing was harsh in her ears, mingling with the sound of his breathing behind her. She waited.
    And waited. Her back was hot from the space heaters and his swats, while her front was freezing from the metal.
    Frowning, she tried to push herself up from the table. His hand between her shoulder blades stopped her. “Did I tell you to get up?”
    The unfamiliar silky menace in his voice sent a rush of wetness straight to her vagina. “N-no.”
    “Down.”
    She lay down in the original position, not at all surprised when he pulled her arms behind her. Something looped around her wrists and tightened. “Your bra is pretty much useless for anything but this,” he said, dark humor in his voice.
    She shivered. He’d tied her up with her own bra? She probably should have been protesting that, but…sexy.
    He’d tied her loose enough that her arms didn’t hurt. Mainly, she just felt…helpless. And God, it was fun.
    She tried to inject a beguiling note in her voice. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you say.”
    His hand sank into the strands of her hair and he drew her head up. The tug on her scalp made her as hot as it had the night before. His teeth scraped the side of her neck before he whispered in her ear. “You have to do whatever I say. You’re all tied up, just for me. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, then gave a gasp when he gently bit at her ear. “Say, yes sir.”
    “Yes…sir.”
    “Good girl.”
    The phrase was sexist and chauvinistic. So why did it thrill her as much as it had last night? She waited, breath held, pussy slick, as she listened to him walk away.
    The sound of rustling came to her ears. Something scraped across the floor. Footsteps rang out against the concrete, echoing the pounding of her heart, closer and closer until she knew he stood behind her.
    Seconds ticked by, the urge to squirm becoming close to unbearable the longer he withheld his touch. The silence wore on her nerves until she finally had to shift her weight to keep from going insane from want. Immediately, something smacked her bottom, stinging her flesh harder than his hand had done. She jumped, and he grabbed her hips. “Hold still. If you move again, you’ll be seeing to my pleasure before I let you come. If I let you come. Got it?”
    “Yes.”
    She managed to hold still while he whacked her twice more with what felt like a paddle. It had some sort of rubberized side which kept the blows from actually hurting her.
    Then he stopped, inserted his foot between hers and kicked her stance wider. Resistance didn’t cross her mind, since she knew she’d be rewarded. Sure enough, he pressed two huge fingers inside of her. “Mmm. You’re nice and wet. Listen, you can even hear it.” He fucked her with his fingers a few times, and her ears grew hot at the squelching sound his digits made as he pressed into her tight, wet passage.
    He withdrew his fingers. Ana wanted to whimper, but recalled his warning just in time to stifle her plea. The next thing she felt was his breath puffing along the folds of her pussy. His fingers bit into her thighs as he pressed her legs wider to accommodate his head.
    When he’d eaten her out before, it had been a gentle, loving thing, and he’d always started out with slow, languorous kisses to her clit with shy forays into her passage. There was nothing shy or languorous about this, and while it may have been loving, there was nothing gentle about it either. His tongue thrust deep inside of her, and he fucked her with it while rubbing against her clit with the pad of his thumb.
    When she squirmed—how could she not?—he withdrew his mouth from her and lazily spanked her with the paddle. The heat of the blows only made the blood rush faster to her pussy, which made it even harder to keep still.
    She tried though, she really tried, even though the paddling was not so much a punishment as much as it was a way to stroke her own desire higher. She needed to come, and the paddle