Disciplinary Measures by Cara Bristol Read Free Book Online

surged. So did panic. He grabbed a handful of her hair, twisted it around his fist to hold her off. She whimpered but remained motionless.
    So help him God, if she so much as twitched, he’d whip her ass again.
    He concentrated on building design plans until the crisis passed. He relaxed his grip but maintained a hold. “Okay.”
    She swirled her tongue around the thick ridge outlining the bulbous head of his cock and licked the fluid weeping from the tip. Shielding her teeth, she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Heat and tension built with the sensation of her slick warmth enveloping his cock. He wound her hair tighter around his fist and thrust deep into her mouth.
    Then he yanked away. He lifted her and plopped her on the bed’s edge. He ignored her cry when her chastised buttocks hit the bed, and dropped to his knees between her legs, forcing them wider still. He filled his mouth with her taste and texture, licked at her cunt. He groaned as he feasted on swollen pussy and feminine desire. He pulled back her clitoral hood, spread her folds, and lashed the engorged nub. Moaning, she bucked against his face, yanked his hair to pull him closer.
    With his free hand, he pinched her nipples. Then he abandoned her cunt for a moment to bring his mouth to her tit. He sucked on a turgid bud forcefully enough to bring blood to the surface, then bit it. She whimpered but pressed into his mouth. “Oh God, Linc.”
    “You like that?” He sucked and bit again, shoved two fingers into her creaming, clenching cunt.
    “Yes. Don’t stop.” Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flared.
    He lovingly punished the other nipple until both looked like raspberries. She might be bruised in the morning. He crushed her mouth under his lips, took his pleasure, staked his claim, then brought her hand to her pussy. “Hold yourself open,” he ordered.
    She exposed herself, and he growled, drawing on her clit while banging her cunt with two fingers. Deep inside, her muscled walls contracted.
    “Oh God, Linc!” She panted, her entire body quivering. “I can’t hold it.”
    “No! Don’t come.” He speared her clitoris with his tongue to challenge her further. She jerked and scrunched her face as if in pain, fisted her hands until her knuckles blanched. He sucked the nub, watching her sublimate her body’s demands to serve him. God, she was beautiful.
    “Linc.” She tossed her head from side to side. “ Please let me. Please.”
    The please did it. He leaped to his feet and positioned his cock at her weeping slit. Tightened by the toy, her body resisted at first, but he covered her mouth with his and thrust hard and deep. She cried out, but he kissed away the sound.
    Her cunt squeezed his rod like a vise. He groaned.
    He paused to let her to accommodate the double penetration of cock and plug, but when she locked her heels around his ass and lifted her pelvis, he braced his fists on the bed and fucked her with a swivel and a thrust, grinding his cock against her clit. She whimpered, but he knew the sound came from pleasure. He pounded into her, his thrusts pushing her away, and he captured her against his chest, fucked faster, harder. Needing her to unravel.
    “Now. You. May. Come,” he bit out.
    She exploded, screaming his name, her cunt convulsing. He emptied himself of everything but love and a sense of ownership. His. She was his.

Chapter Six
    “Bank…check. Dry cleaners…check.” Regina ticked through her mental list of errands after work. She wanted to get her chores done early in the week because she and Linc were going to a Rod and Cane Society retreat along the coast for husbands and wives new to the lifestyle to learn more about DD.
    Their attendance would be tantamount to admitting that she and her husband practiced domestic discipline. Although eager to learn more, it embarrassed her that everyone would know her husband spanked her. She expected some awkward moments.
    But when you were over-the-moon happy, what did