Free Chase by Flora Dain Page A

more arched.
    ‘Keep your head up.’ Another jerk on my braid stresses the point, hauling my head up high. ‘You must aim for grace and poise at all times.’
    I try, but the blows are burning me up – and so is something else. The power play between us is making me seethe with lust. I feel heat building deep below as the effect of what he’s doing, and the thought of how exposed and vulnerable I must look, works on my inner vision and turns me into my very own personal porno.
    If I can get this aroused just by imagining what I look like then what must it be like for him, actually
watching
?
    I soon find out as he pauses for a moment and all at once I feel the touch of something hot, hard and rounded –
his erection
. He’s teasing me with it, touching me, prodding me, probing my jutting, swollen breasts, nudging my tingling, shivering thighs, touching it to my trembling lips but nowhere near long enough for me to taste or kiss it; it’s just a reminder of his power.
    And the thought that he can hold off this long tips me over some edge. As my own arousal aches and drums down below the thought of his arousal, and the
feel
of it, makes my tears spring. At last he pauses to fondle me, laying the whip carefully across my back.
    ‘Stay still.’
    His command rings in my ears as he caresses my burning places. I hold very still, scared of dislodging the thing.
    All at once he stops. ‘Hey. You OK?’
    ‘No.’ I sniff loudly. ‘My nose tickles. Sir.’
    He touches my face. ‘
Shit
, Ella. You’re crying.’
    All at once I’m being unfastened and gathered up into his arms. As he wrenches the mask off my face I blink into the sudden blaze of light, everything a blur. Down below I’m on fire, partly from hot, burning arousal, mostly from his hotter, punishing weapon. Now the glow’s spreading all over me, flaring like a torch as I catch the heat in his eyes.
    His voice stays low, his rich tone thrilling through me as his face fills with concern. ‘You should use the safe word. That’s what it’s for.’
    He sounds angry. Now I’m jumpy, unsure what I feel. Everything’s getting on top of me. His touch, his kisses, his looks were already doing strange, disturbing things to me. Now I’m so twitchy I want to cry and laugh at the same time.
    ‘It wasn’t that bad. It’s just –’ I break off and nuzzle deep into his shoulder, scared of what I feel and scared of saying any more.
    He takes firm hold of my braid and pulls my head up, forcing me to look at him. I blink as more tears spill. It seems this is a big deal. All I want to do is hide somewhere and weep, nursing my desperate, scorching arousal somewhere quiet.
    ‘Talk to me, Ella. We won’t get anywhere unless you’re honest with me. What’s wrong?’
    ‘Nothing. Everything. I – it’s just …’ I tail off and dive for his shoulder again but a jerk on my braid prevents me.
    ‘Tell me.’ His gaze locks on mine, like I’m some scared animal.
    ‘I can’t. It’s embarrassing.’
    His eyes blaze. ‘
Tell me.
’
    Fury and frustration mount, burning away the tears. Now I’m getting mad too. ‘I want to
come
, you bastard. What do you think?’ I bury my face in his chest and sob as his hands circle my wrists, his fingers hot as coals on the places I’ve rubbed sore during my ordeal.
    Underneath me I feel a distinct upheaval as his chest shudders and now to my fury I sense
he’s laughing
.
    ‘Is that all, my pet? Of course you want to come. Me too. That’s why we’re doing this. Or did I leave out that part?’
    He strokes my hair but I wrench away and glare at him, tears of frustration flowing freely now, emotion welling up after my long session.
    ‘Hey. Don’t get mad. This is the fun part.’ He descends on my mouth just as my lips open to give him a generous piece of my mind and now he gives me a taste of his instead. As his tongue impales me, searching deep, and his jaw locks on mine I feel my anger melt away and a glorious golden glow