Free Domination by Lyra Byrnes Page B

tone would brook no more babbling.
    “Yes.”
    “Good girl. Consider this a starter kit, our little play
dungeon. You lost your mojo so suddenly last night I’ve had blue balls ever since.”
    “Are you going to punish me for that?”
    His hands slid over her curves, across the globes of her
ass, up her bare thighs. “No need. Do you want me to punish you?”
    “Y-yes. I want to—” She glanced at the manacles before she
could help herself.
    “Ah, the student outpaces the master. Remember, Josie, you
can always book a flight to Romania.” His thin smile gleamed in the low light.
    Transylvania. A stupid safeword but she hoped she’d
have no need of it. She trusted Bram even as he trusted her. Or used to.
    How long she could retain his trust remained to be seen.
    She put the thought out of her head and concentrated on his
large, warm hands as they caressed her body, brushing across her breasts until
her nipples began to tingle.
    “I know.”
    “Take this off. Eyes on me.”
    Undoing the tight dress was awkward. She longed to look down
but focused on his bright, strange blue eyes, filled with desire.
    Desire for her. Yes, she could do this.
    She stepped out of the dress and shivered in her black
panties and heels. She reached toward her face but Bram stopped her.
    “Leave the specs on. I always wanted to fuck Velma until she
screamed.”
    “Daphne was the hot one.”
    He grinned evilly. “I’m not like the other boys.”
    That was true. Never mind his bulging shoulders, flat belly
and lickable ivory skin. Never mind the way his black hair hung across his
cheekbones. Never mind that his rough, low voice was the very sound of
seduction. All that was window dressing—steamy, hot window dressing but not the
source of his magic. It was just…Bram. The man she saw when they were alone. No
other man could inflame her body the way he did.
    He lifted her arm and clamped a cuff around her wrist. The
clank of the iron made her suck in her breath with pleasure and anticipation.
Good god, she was already wet and ready and he had only touched her through a
carapace of cloth.
    He affixed the other manacle and stood back to regard his
work, his eyes devouring her.
    “So beautiful. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I’m
going to rip those panties off your sweet body with my teeth.”
    She longed to touch him, to taste his body with her fingers
as he had done to her. Cuffed and helpless, she writhed in her chains. Do
it. Rip them off or they’ll fucking melt off, she thought.
    He leaned over and chose a lash from the pile.
    “Transylvania!”
    “I just want to hold it, Josie. I like the feel of the
leather in my hand. You won’t get whipped until you beg for it. Do you trust
me?”
    She eyed the whip dubiously. “I do.”
    “That’s my girl.”
    It was medium length and not too thick, with a pommel on the
handle like a sword hilt. Bram weighed it in his hands.
    “You can’t use your arms but you’re welcome to kick. I want
you to move, Josie. Writhe, twist. I like to watch your body in motion.”
    He took her thighs in his hands and bit down on the black
lace, tearing the fabric into pieces like a ravenous wolf. The cool air hit her
pussy and she gasped.
    “Like that, yeah. Eyes on me.”
    That was a lesson she had a hard time learning. She lifted
her head and watched him spit out the shreds of her expensive panties. She
wondered what would come next. The whip twitched in his hand and looked so
avid, so hungry. He moved forward and pressed his body against her helpless
one.
    To her surprise he kissed her, long and deep, probing with
his tongue, running it across her teeth, sucking her lush top lip. He tasted
like mint and meat, musk, danger and desire. The laces of his leather trousers
scraped her belly. It felt unbelievably naughty to be restrained, naked but for
heels with a fully clothed sex god pressed against her. You’re welcome to
kick, he had told her but she felt no urge to drive him away even