Dare Me: A Dark Billionaire Romance by Evelyn Troy Read Free Book Online

buttock, almost drowning out the sound of the paddle landing against her skin with a loud smack. Complete silence deafened her for an instant. “I instructed you to count each blow, Jasmine,” Harper told her firmly.
     
    “O-o-okay,” Jasmine said, trembling.
     
    “No,” Harper said, his voice sharp. “Not ‘okay.’ You will say ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘No, Sir.’ Is that understood?” Jasmine took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
     
    “Yes, Sir,” she said. Jasmine licked her lips, swallowing against the tightness in her throat. “One.”
     
    The faint rustling sound filled her ears again, and once more, Jasmine yelped as the paddle came down against her skin, this time on her left ass cheek. “T-t-two,” she managed to say. Her eyes began to sting and burn, but in spite of the pain Jasmine was shocked to realize that her pussy was becoming wet once more, her fluids beginning to flow. She clenched her teeth against the yelp that rose up through her throat when the paddle slammed against her right buttock once more, the blow overlapping the first. “Three!”
     
    Harper took his time, moving his blows to cover seemingly every inch of her ass, and tears began to flow down Jasmine’s cheeks as she counted: four, five, all the way through ten. She trembled all over, her knees weak beneath her, her body swaying—uncertain of whether it wanted another blow or if it wanted her to try and flee. With every new wave of pain and heat, her mind struggled: should she shout out the safe word and make the whole thing come to a stop, or did she want more? After the tenth blow, Jasmine steeled herself for the eleventh—only to feel the softness of Harper’s hand brushing against her warm, tingling skin instead. She gasped, a whimper trembling out of her throat as she exhaled. “I think ten is enough for tonight, since you’ve never been paddled before,” Harper murmured from behind her. “Don’t you, little one?” Jasmine nodded, for a moment unable to speak. She swallowed, taking a breath.
     
    “Yes, Sir,” she finally said. Harper’s fingers trailed over her hot, abused flesh, almost too much sensation to bear. Jasmine moaned as two fingers slid down, between her legs, rubbing against her soaking wet labia.
     
    “But your punishment isn’t over,” Harper said, his voice as hard as ever. Jasmine groaned in dismay. “You might actually find this next part harder to bear.”
     
    “P-please, Sir,” Jasmine murmured, rubbing her face against the blankets to try and dry her tears.
     
    “Ah-ah-ah,” Harper told her, and she could picture him behind her, shaking his head. “You agreed to submit to me. I can’t have mercy on you—what good would discipline be if I threw it aside just to please you?” Jasmine bit her lip, wondering if she should say the safe word, wondering if she could take any more of what Harper had in store for her; but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. Every nerve in her body was awake, tingling and crackling, hungry for more.
     
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, closing her eyes and swallowing.
     
    “Good girl.” Harper’s fingers retreated, and Jasmine heard the soft sound of the paddle clinking as he put it down. “For the next part of your punishment, you are not allowed to let yourself climax until you are given permission. Do you understand? No matter how much you want it, no matter how close it is, even if you can taste it—if I haven’t told you to come for me, Jasmine, you will not do it—or I will have to punish you for that, as well.”
     
    “I understand, Sir,” Jasmine said, feeling dismay wash through her.
     
    “Good.” Harper lifted her up by the shoulders, his touch surprisingly gentle, but no less firm for it; power seemed to vibrate through his hands. He steadied her on her feet before turning her around and pushing her onto the bed on her back once more. “You look so lovely like this, Jasmine,” Harper told her, a faint smile twitching at the