Free A Firm Hand: 2 (Bound to You) by Fallon Blake

say you can. If you disobey me, I’ll get the cane and I can promise you won’t enjoy that nearly as much as the belt.”
    The thought of being punished with a cane sent a shudder through her. She’d never been beaten with one, but she’d seen them used at the club. They were hardcore and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
    She tried to relax, but it was damn hard when her body was wound so tightly. Brian licked the inside of her thigh, causing her pussy to throb with anticipation. Somehow she knew this wouldn’t be over quickly. He’d likely tease her into a frenzy and try to push her over the edge just because he could. If that was what he wanted, she was powerless to stop him. Actually, she was pretty sure she didn’t want to stop him.
    He placed his hands on the outside of her thighs, caressing down to the flesh that was still tender from his belt. The punishment had been harsh enough to bring her close to tears. She felt perverted for how much she’d enjoyed it.
    His lips drew closer to her core. She wanted to move and thrust, eager for him to find her clit and make her come. With the threat of orgasm denial looming over her, she wouldn’t dare. When he finally made it to the outer folds of her pussy, kissing and sucking on them, she moaned. So close. Just a little farther. She inched over the tiniest bit and received an excruciating pinch on her welted ass. She cried out, partly from the pain, but mostly from frustration. He was killing her. It would be a slow, blissful death, but she’d be dead just the same.
    Quit being so melodramatic and get a fucking grip.
    Oh god. His tongue delved inside her pussy and she had to remind herself to breathe. She wanted to beg, and before long she knew she would, but not yet. A brush from his lips on her swollen, needy clit made her moan. Another light touch, this time from his tongue, and her knees twitched. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
    Touch me, please.
    A small whine escaped as he wandered away from her center and back to the sensitive flesh on her inner thigh, teasing her mercilessly. When he returned to her pussy, she shifted before she could stop herself. He responded by biting her thigh hard enough to make her yelp.
    “Don’t move,” he growled against her skin, grazing it with his teeth. “I know it’s difficult, but it will be worth the wait.”
    She sighed, closed her eyes and concentrated on staying still. He licked his way to her labia and teased her some more. This was a torture far worse than the belt. In fact, she’d rather have her ass blistered than have to endure another minute of denial. He circled his tongue around her clit but avoided touching it directly.
    Please.
    “Not yet.”
    Had she said that out loud? She must have. Well, since she’d already started begging, might as well keep going. “Please, Brian. I can’t take it.”
    He pulled back, spread her legs wider then slapped her hard right on top of her mound. Her eyes flew open. The sting was instant and breath-stealing and strangely arousing. Heat infused the area after the sting began to subside. Then he focused all his attention on her clit, using his tongue. Dear god, the man knew what to do with his mouth. He increased the pressure on the little bundle of nerves, sucking on it and using his teeth, driving her half mad. The pleasure was too much.
    “Please, Brian. Please. ” Was that her voice? That high-pitched sobbing?
    “Not. Yet.”
    Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. She shut her eyes and tried to think about something, anything other than what was going on between her legs. Something boring—work, inventory, being whipped by his belt. No! Focus!
    She made her body go liquid, releasing all the tension she’d been holding in her muscles. Damn it. That didn’t work either. She was so close. Climax was right there. If he didn’t stop, there would be nothing she could do to hold it back.
    “Please let me come. I’m begging.”
    He pulled his mouth away from her, but