Free The Dom Prize (The Dominants by Mina J. Moore Page A

several seconds before I felt a light whack on my behind. What the hell? He pushed me down closer to the table and moved the shear material over my hips. Now I was completely bared to him.
    “Hold very still, Gia. I am going to paddle that sweet ass of yours into good behavior.”
    The second paddle came lower, exquisitely close to my feminine skin. I whimpered and he came over me and whispered in my ear.
    “It’s not nice to tease, Gia.”
    He moved down and plunged that wicked tongue inside of me. My knees buckled and his arms came around to hold me up. He stopped and slapped the paddle against me once more. My skin vibrated, the sensations hammering my core. I was just getting my breathing under control when his tongue came at me again. And my insides quivered with near release, he stopped and repeated the smack down. Lick. Smack. Lick. Smack.
    I was shaking hard, my body on overdrive. He finally stopped the torture and stepped away. I seriously wasn’t going to make it. Stripping me down, he gave me one final smack with his bare hand.
    “I am going to fuck you from behind while you write I will obey my School Master ten times—and it better be neat.”
    I propped my elbows on the table and grabbed the pen. The first plunge pushed me up against the edge and I lost control of the damn thing. It skittered across the flat surface almost rolling off. He moved again and I fought to gain the balance I needed to start. Moving the paper up, I began. His body slapped against me while I strived to pen the words he dictated. How could I possibly succeed? Part of me thought he wanted me to fail. That way, he could continue the game. He moved roughly and I smeared the last word on line number five. He pulled out and glanced down at the sheet. I was done for.
    “Lay on the bed, facedown and don’t move.”
    I walked over, naked except for my thigh-high boots. In this position, I was totally vulnerable not being able to see what was coming behind me.
    The cold steal of handcuffs grazed the back of my upper thighs then snapped around my ankles. Holy shit. My ankles? He was cuffing my ankles together. What was the point?
    Yeah, very soon I got the aching point. Another damn feather started its happy trail down my back and over my ass until I wanted to scream. Did he have a fucking peacock stuffed in that lockbox?
    Up and down it went on the seam of my behind getting so close yet never making it quite there. The urge to spread my legs was unbearable, those cuffs keeping me in position. I whined when he came so close…
    “What’s the problem, Gia?”
    I growled. Did that come out of me? Sure did. “Do I really need to say it?”
    He crawled over my body, making sure to press his cock against me.
    “I think you do. And be nice about it.”
    I was going to claw his eyes out. Gritting my teeth, I complied.
    “Fuck me, please.”
    His chuckle made me want to scream but at the same time my body was poised for his invasion. Cuffs came off and I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back. He spread my legs and ran his hands up my inner thigh until they framed me like a picture. I panted.
    “Not precisely the word I am looking for. Try again.”
    What the hell was he looking for? Shit. My mind scrambled to find it. His thumb began to rub my most sensitive parts and I was going to die.
    “The word, Gia.”
    I closed my eyes. How could I possibly concentrate when he was…
    “Master!” I groaned loudly.
    He was inside of me before I took my next breath, hard and fast. Oh damn. My legs ended up over his strong shoulders and I held onto his forearms for the ride. What started toward the bottom of the bed ended up with me against the headboard.
    I reached back and took hold of the rod iron bars as he drove me over. I screamed until I was hoarse. He continued pounding into me without breaking rhythm. His eyes urged me to reach for the stars again and I did. My body was primed for his pleasure. This time we fell together. He moved closer,