Free Love Beat by Flora Dain Page B

part of the dance. But now the moves are clearer.
    I can do this. “I forgot to say Sir ?”
    “Check. Stand facing the bed with your hands behind your back.”
    Slowly I do so, feeling my center throb and my muscles tense.
    “Now, bend right over and put your cheek on the bed. Keep your knees straight and your legs apart.”
    Excitement mounts as I bend low, trying to appear graceful but keenly aware that my rear end is high in the air, leaving my slit wide and exposed.
    He takes something out of his pocket and unfurls it in his hands. It’s hard to see what it is from down here. It passes through his hand with a soft hissing sound. My stomach clenches.
    “This is a leather strap. I’m going to belt you with it twice. One.”
    I yelp as the strap makes contact, so fierce it makes my eyes smart.
    “Two.” It lands again. This time I clench my teeth and take the blow in silence.
    At once his hands are cool and firm on my punished rear as he massages me with his thumbs. The sudden tenderness of his touch succeeds where the slash of pain failed and makes the tears spring.
    Now the sharpness of the sting is fading into fierce golden heat. It glows everywhere south and fuses into a heavy, insistent throb deep between my legs.
    “Lie down.”
    He pushes me forward and I collapse onto the bed, spent and weepy. He flips me over then ties my wrists and my ankles to the bedposts. He uses the tasseled cords looping the drapes. When I’m tied fast, he tests the ties then holds my eyes with his as he eases his fingers into me, massaging gently.
    Still pulsing with the rhythm of the blows, I shudder and let out a long sigh as my climax starts to build.
    He pulls out his fingers and holds them over my face. “Lick them clean.”
    I stare at his command as another throb deep between my legs urges me to obey.
    Do it. Do anything. But please, please make me come. I lick and suck his fingers eagerly, tasting my own saltiness, relishing this tiny act of submission.
    His breath quickens as he gives a low growl deep in his throat. “You’re good at this. I’m looking forward to you tasting the real thing.” His mouth captures mine with a surge of his tongue that makes my heart leap.
    Now. Please, please…
    Gradually he loosens the kiss, ending it with provocative touches of his lips as he shifts position. In seconds he’s kneeling beside me, his body curving over mine while he explores me with his mouth, his lips urgent, hungry, his tongue insistent. He fastens on one breast and sucks hard, sending lightning flashes through me as he draws away and licks my nipple with long sweeps of his tongue then fastens on my other breast with a muffled groan.
    I arch to meet him as he travels lower, licking, nipping and sucking as he goes, lingering on my navel, along my belly, and finally arriving at my thighs with another low growl. I writhe as his mouth fastens between my legs and his hungry tongue punches at my center, the little stabs of its tip driving me to frenzy.
    After the harshness of the blows and the emotion of my tears, it’s all too much. I shriek as my climax surges up in an unstoppable tidal wave and crashes over me. Between my legs he laughs softly through his kiss and keeps his tongue firmly in place until the spasms die away, leaving me floating limp as a leaf in a sea of bliss.
    I’m vaguely aware that he’s unfastening my wrists. I feel the touch of his lips on my forehead as he stretches out beside me. His arms fold around me and in seconds, I’m drifting into sleep.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    “Call them by midnight. If I’m busy, text me. I want the whole deal wrapped up by tomorrow.”
    Cade’s deep voice murmurs through my brain, along with the heavenly aroma of coffee. I open my eyes in a shaft of bright sunlight and blink.
    Through the open door of my room, I can see him striding about his sitting room in a shower robe, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, a tousled, preoccupied Greek god.
    My heart turns