Free Her Secret Dom by Samantha Cote

and soft. I won’t use rope because I’m concerned about your circulation. Test them out. I made sure they’re secure, but not overly tight.”
    Pam moved her wrists. Several inches of fabric remained between them. “They feel okay,” she said, hoping he couldn’t detect the slight tremor in her voice.
    “What’s your safe word, Pamela?” he asked.
    “S-sugar,” she stuttered.
    “Very good. Remember it and use it if you need to. And address me by my proper title, little one.” Jared’s voice was mellow, reassuring.
    Oops. “Y-yes, S-sir.”
    “I’m also going to tie you to my bed after I take care of some unfinished business.” He let a hand rest on the small of her back, warm and solid. There was a sharp crack, followed by a scalding sensation across her buttocks.
    Pam shrieked and tried rolling away, but he pressed down on her back firmly, inhibiting escape. “Jared! Sir! What are you doing?”
    Jared rubbed the area of pain with a soothing hand. “Finishing what I started. This time with my leather belt. I want to leave behind a few stripes to remind you who’s in charge. You owed me six swats. Five now.”
    “Oh my God! That’s barbaric!” Pamela whined.
    Jared stopped rubbing her butt. “Do you want to use your safe word, Pamela?” he asked. This time, there was no mockery in his tone.
    Absolutely not. She was no coward. She’d gotten her rear tanned several times by her mother, who occasionally had used a belt despite her supposed hatred of corporal punishment. Pam hadn’t so much as shed a tear then; she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.
    If a couple of thwacks on her bottom would settle things, she was game. Besides, she knew Jared would never truly hurt her.
    “No,” she replied. “Five more, you say? Fine.” A feeling of anticipation and challenge gripped her.
    Pam couldn’t help flinching at each well-placed hit. She noted they were evenly distributed, and although far from gentle, they were bearable. And kind of exciting too.
    “Your ass looks beautiful,” Jared said in a hoarse voice. “Still rosy but now with faint stripes across them.” He massaged her aching flesh with both hands.
    It felt good, and Pam sighed when his fingers traced what must be the welts he created.
    Suddenly, he grabbed her bound wrists and jerked them upward. Upon hearing the tinkling of metal, she stiffened. “You’ve looped the belt over the slack in the scarves and tied me to the headboard,” she stated. The mere thought of it made her feel slightly breathless.
    Jared placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “Yes. That’s your punishment for threatening to bite me earlier.” She trembled a little as he adjusted her restraints. “While I’m fucking you, the belt will be a reminder of the consequences of defiance.” He allowed inquisitive fingers to examine her tender folds. “Oh yes. You’re ready for me. You took your chastisement well, so I’m feeling generous. Up on your knees.”
    It was awkward going. Pam raised herself to her knees but couldn’t maintain a comfortable position with her bound wrists. Jared must have sensed her predicament because he placed several large pillows under her head and hips to boost her up. No longer needing to kneel, she sank into the softness, her sigh turning into a purr when Jared took the opportunity to brush his fingertips over the heated skin of her back.
    “Comfortable?” he asked.
    “Yes. Thank you, Sir.” A swift tremor passed through her. How had the title slipped from her tongue with such ease?
    His strong hands reached under to clutch her upper thighs; then he lifted her hips a couple of inches off the pillows. His searching mouth pressed against her core from behind, and Pam shuddered as his tongue invaded her weeping channel. It slid in and out, insistent and slick, as if preparing her for the thick shaft that would replace it in due time.
    Jared worked with great skill on her swollen clitoris. As Pam approached her release, he