Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson by Harper Vonna Read Free Book Online Page B

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    From where she waited like a dog, she acknowledged the masculine legs a few inches away. Reno taken off his shirt, changed from jeans to shorts, and traded his tennis shoes for sandals. She tried not to acknowledge how easy it would be for him to get naked.
    Ignoring her groans, he pushed her shoulder with his sandal until she was again on her back. “I’m not getting paid to let you rest. Damn but you’re a mess.”
    Surely he didn’t expect anything different. Sweat coated every inch of her, and debris stuck to her skin. Her hair was a matted mess, her makeup undoubtedly ruined.
    “ How does that feel?” He nudged the crop he was raping her with.
    “ Go to hell.” The words were out of her before she could stop them.
    Kneeling, he grabbed both breasts. “For the record, I don’t believe there’s such a place, but your response pleases me. Would you like to know why?”
    Right now all she cared about was why he was doing these awful things to her. During the beating, agony had encompassed her, but it had faded to an almost manageable level. If her mind was refusing to acknowledge how much pain she really was in, she was grateful. That way she could concentrate on the bastard looming over her.
    And on the gift he’d imbedded in her.
    He wrinkled his nose. “You stink. Doesn’t personal hygiene matter to you?”
    Damn it, no one had ever said she stank. “You know who I am—and the answer to your stupid question.”
    His hold on her nipples tightened. Gasping, she gaped up at him. “So let me get this straight. Not long ago you were blubbering like a terrified brat, but that’s changed. What is it, you think you can take me?”
    “ No, Master.”
    “ That’s right. So.” He squeezed. “From one to ten how much does that hurt?”
    “ It—ten, Master.”
    “ Not even close.” He drew her breasts together, then let go. She whined in relief.
    She wasn’t sure how she felt when he drew the whip out of her because its presence had kept her sane.
    “ That’s a well-used pussy,” he declared as he wiped the glistening base on her cheeks. “I’d call it your weapon of choice. You bring men to their knees simply by offering them access.”
    It wasn’t like that!
    “ I’m not playing your stupid game,” she said and turned her head away. The moment she did she knew she’d made a mistake. Her survival might depend on watching his every movement.
    “ Correction.” He deposited the crop between her breasts and snugged the crotch rope against her labia. “We’ve been playing by my rules from the moment I had you in my sights.”  Reaching for her bound wrists, he untied them. When he unlatched the neck chain, crazy hope surrounded her followed by harsh reality because her legs weren’t free. She fought defeat as he sat her up, drew her arms behind her, and re-secured her wrists in back one over the other.
    Alive. You’re still alive. He doesn’t intend to kill you. Never forget that.
    “ We’re going inside and you’re getting in the shower. If you behave yourself, I’ll give you more water before the next lesson starts. However, if you displease me—let’s just say I’ve never had a captive die of dehydration because I know how far to take things.”
    Acknowledging he was in charge was insanely simple, but she’d worked numerous men to her advantage. Her only task was to study him and learn his weaknesses. Somehow she’d exploit his masculine frailties. Turn the table on him.
    He’d kept her upright by bracing his shoulder against her back while working on her arms. When the pressure ended, she started to lose her balance. She had no choice but to lean forward so her breasts dangled. She stared at the rope against her belly and disappearing between her legs as he released her thighs.
    He stood, bringing her with him. Her legs nearly went out from under her. She felt lightheaded.
    “ Damn you,” she hissed. “God damn you.”
    Laughing, he hooked a forefinger through her