Make Me: An Erotic BDSM Romance by Cate Bellerose Read Free Book Online

quivers.
    I grin broadly, even if she can’t see it. “Oh, I will.”
    Once the crop reaches her mid-thigh, I flick it twice, back and forth, connecting with the sensitive skin. Not so hard, but enough to sting, enough to make the smacks of leather on flesh audible. Her legs spread just barely, reluctantly.
    “More.” I strike harder. She draws a sharp breath but doesn’t move. I strike again, and this time red marks stand out against the insides of her soft thighs. I get a little more, but she’s still not standing wide enough.
    There’s not much room for leverage between her legs, but as I move around to her side, I let fly a couple of solid smacks against her ass. Her hands rush behind her to cover up, but the red marks are already there, two beautiful blushing rectangles on the left cheek.
    She finally steps out to shoulder width. “Fine!” She tries to sound contrary, unaffected, but the huskiness in her voice gives her away.
    “Good girl.” I pick up a remote from the rack, hitting a button that starts the motor that lowers the cuffs above her head until they hover just above her. She cranes her neck and eyes them nervously.
    “Arms up.” She doesn’t move, so I tag her overarms with the crop. Not too hard, but enough to smart. “Up!” This time she obeys.
    The leather cuffs have buckles that make them easy to secure, even around her small wrists. I flick the remote, pulling them back up until her heels lift from the floor. I love a dangling sub, but I want to take my time. Back down on her feet, but just barely.
    Her eyes follow me as I stalk around her, admiring her stretched body from every angle. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Quivering in anticipation, maybe a little fear. Her mouth partially open, painted red and inviting. Her gaze is steady, meeting mine. The brat’s still in there. Perfect.
    She smiles when I pull my t-shirt over my head, and her eyes look as hungry as mine. Hell, I’d get naked, but don’t trust myself. Fuck. Much as I say I’m done with relationships, I’ve already fallen. We’ll have to talk after the scene, but right now? It’s time for her punishment.
    I move right up to her, so close her nipples graze my stomach. With a finger under her chin, I lift her gaze to mine. There’s a crowd around us, but I don’t see them. It’s just us, her and me, woman and man.
    Her eyes are bright, daring me to take her. They shine with lust. Sliding my hand up to her cheek, I hold her face, her skin hot against mine. So close our noses almost touch, I whisper hoarsely. “I’m going to beat you until you come.”
    She lets out a closed mouth moan, then catches herself. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You’re not man enough to make me come.”
    I pat her cheek a couple of times. “I’ll have you screaming before you know it.”
    She only laughs, but we’ll see who laughs last. I start easy, swatting her ass with the crop with small, quick strikes, painting pretty red patterns on her fair skin. She squirms, but she has nowhere to go.
    “That all you got? My grandmother beats her rugs harder than that.”
    Whack! Sudden and hard, back of her thigh. Now she cries out. Another, right next to it. The other side, twice. Her breathing comes harder, faster.
    Another hard one, right on her ass. “I don’t like it when I’m lied to.”
    She shudders. “I’m not apologizing.”
    “Doesn’t matter. Why would I believe it? You’re getting punished either way. Maybe this way you’ll learn.” God, I hope not.
    I start on her upper back, rapid strikes pelting her flesh. Every so often, I detour suddenly to her ass or thighs with a loud smack, then back up. Each time she yells, but refuses to give.
    Moving to her front, I rest the flat of the keeper on her right breast. I don’t hit it, but rub it against her nipple, the threat there. Her nostrils flare as she breathes, her eyes watching the tip of the crop carefully.
    “You’re fucking hot when you’re nervous, babe.”
    Her eyes