Free His Every Touch [The Complete Series] by Harriet Lovelace Page A

was nearly painful, but his words had wound her up enough that
there was an edge of pleasure there as well. Her heart was pounding. By the
time she'd assumed the position, she wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or come.
Possibly both. The air was cool against her sex as she parted her legs, fresh
wet coating the inside of her thighs.

“Count. There'll be no reminding this time.” He
crossed to stand behind her.

She nodded to show her understanding. Her teeth had
fastened on to her bottom lip to stop herself from protesting. Somehow, she
felt more exposed in this position than she had before.

“Let's give your ass a break for this,” his tone was
light, almost conversational.

She'd almost relaxed when she heard it. A split
second later, a sharp, wide sting looped around her ribcage, the end snapping
against the underside of her right breast. The heat came immediately after, a
warmth that spread out from the initial point of contact in a way totally
different than his hand.

“One,” she remembered almost instantly. This wasn't
too bad.

The second blow came from the opposite direction and
Courtney had a vague recollection of an interview that said Vance was
ambidextrous. “Two.”

Only when the third stroke descended, did she
understand the true nature of the belt. The warmth from where he'd first
connected leather to skin exploded as the blows overlapped. It wasn't enough to
bring tears to her eyes, but it did hurt more than his hand had.

“Three,” she gasped, her back and side quivering. Her
breast stung from where the end had met her flesh. She couldn't hold back her
whimper as the next lash wrapped further around, the tip meeting her nipple.
“Four, fuck.”

“I think we need something a bit more harsh for this
last one, after all, you did lie. Twice,” his voice lowered, took on a
dangerous note. “Brace yourself.”

He said the words but didn't give her a chance to
react. Time seemed to slow as her body and mind processed what had happened.
The leather strap came up between her legs, first coming in contact with her
swollen lips, heating them instantly. The last couple inches curved up around
her, ending with direct contact on her sore clit. Not even a second had passed
between the blow and her reaction, but it stretched out for what seemed like
years. Agony and ecstasy mixed, rocking through her, and she shrieked, knees
buckling. Yet, in all that, some part of her mind managed to force out a single
word. “Five!” She crumpled to the ground, dragging air into her lungs with
wordless sobs as her entire body convulsed with the force of her orgasm.

“Shh.” He crouched next to her. “You did so well,
Court. So well.” His hand brushed over her hair.

She let his words wash over her, a strange sense of
pride chasing away her embarrassment at having come from being whipped,
soothing the sharp pricks of pain still shooting up through her body. Her skin
tingled, hummed and she knew that even the lightest of feather touches would
carry the heaviest of weight. Her pussy burned with a not-totally-unpleasant
heat and her clit throbbed, feeling swollen to nearly twice its normal size.

His hand slid from the top of her head down to her
chin, tipping her face up to look at him. “How many times did you come?”

“I don't know, Sir.” The truth lifted a weight with
it and her shoulders sagged with the almost physical relief. She would take her
punishment with gratitude. “I lost count.”

Vance sighed and stood. He held out a hand to help
Courtney to her feet. She took it, unsure if she'd be able to stand any other
way.

“You disobeyed a direct order, however unintentional,
then lied about it twice. If you'd intended to disobey, your punishment would
have been quite severe. Had you been honest from the first, it would have been
less so. As it stands, you must bear the consequences of your actions and you
need a reminder, something you will keep in mind should you be tempted