Chains and Canes by Katie Porter Read Free Book Online

bra.”
    She expected Daniel to protest. Remy was still a stranger, still a man, still an amateur who apparently liked smacking on willing women. But he was doing it so well. She could see the satisfaction building in her fiancé just as fiercely as she could feel her own.
    Daniel shook free of her tight grip, which made her bite even harder on the belt. Something to ground her. He stretched her arms until they rested on his shoulders, then he stripped the T-shirt over her head and off. The bra followed. He leaned forward until their cheeks touched. Trembling lips kissed her tears, then he licked them away.
    “Where are you, angel?”
    “Good.”
    “Hmm?”
    “Good place.” She had to enunciate carefully to be understood around the belt, but she didn’t want to give up her prize.
    Remy stopped in what he’d been doing—namely, undressing her from the waist down. “You’re lovin’ this now, girl.”
    “Yes, Sir.” That was easier to say, and it was all that needed said.
    “Then time to get serious.”
    She pushed her forehead against Daniel’s and chanted a quiet, “Yes, yes, yes.”
    Cool air swished across her ass and upper thighs. When Remy had stripped her completely, she curled her toes as a token glimmer of embarrassment. She loved her body, but she’d never been bared in the middle of a session, when she couldn’t tell up from down. Pros liked her naked first. Simple and uncomplicated.
    It wasn’t uncomplicated when Remy trailed a hand up her calf and inner thigh. “Moment of truth, you two. I wanna know how wet she is.”
    Daniel pulled back. He flicked his gaze between her and Remy. Two, three times. “She answers, not me.”
    “Agreed,” Remy said simply. “Belt out.”
    Catching Naya’s chin in his strong hand, Daniel accepted the belt from between her teeth. “You want him to touch you?”
    “Yes.” The swiftness of her answer made them both blink. “You sure?”
    “Absolutely.” A different color burned in his eyes, as if they could shine with red fire at the same time. His nostrils flared. The muscle along his jaw worked in a tight pattern. Clench. Release. Funny, she could see so much when she was up so high. She’d never seen him so aroused.
    Happy for her? Yes.
    Satisfied that she was getting what she wanted? Yes.
    So eager that he was practically vibrating, or that he might grant Remy any permission? It had never been like this.
    Oh, damn. Damn.
    Whose idea was it to put the crazy endorphin-high pain sub in charge of so much power?
    “We pay Dominas,” she said at last, throat scratchy. “Remy needs a reward too.”
    The Cajun’s hand tightened on her upper thigh, and she heard the hitch in his breathing. She’d caught him off-guard. The smile she shared with Daniel was one of triumph. Together they’d gotten under his skin.
    Dominas were never set off-guard. If they were, they never showed it. This was more…powerful. Organic and intertwined.
    Remy slid his fingers up with renewed control and assurance. His touch was silk on silk when he slipped two fingers between her pussy lips. He made a purring sound of approval that reverberated around her and through her. She’d taken all he wanted to give, and now her body’s response pleased him. She liked pleasing him.
    And she liked calling him Sir.
    Dangerous, warned that voice again.
    Remy knocked that harbinger away when he slipped his middle finger inside. He wasn’t a battering ram. He was a thief, stealing what was left of her mind. Slow and patient and sinful.
    Her eyes still leaked a little. Her back still burned. She was conscious on a technical level. Everything else about her world glowed. Pulses of pretty. Pulses of just right. They matched Remy’s finger, in and out, as if he could catch her by surprise and tease her into coming. Her body clenched on the idea.
    He chuckled, withdrew, and eased toward where she and Daniel had nestled their lips together.
    “Taste her,” he said.
    Naya would’ve responded to