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

flick to me, then back to the crop. I begin to tap, softly, over the top and along the side of her breast. It jiggles wonderfully.
    “They’re just little love taps. What’s that gonna teach me?” Sassy, but her voice is unsteady.
    I hadn’t been sure I would go beyond simple hitting games, but the lust burning in her bright blue eyes has me going crazy. While she eyes the crop, I reach out and squeeze the tight nipple on her other breast, pinching it hard.
    Her eyes go wide, and she shakes in her restraints. “Oh fuck, that hurts!” Often the unexpected is the most effective.
    I slide the crop from her breast, down her side and over her hip until the keeper’s flat against her clit. She pulls away, but has nowhere to go and I follow. Not hitting. Yet. Just keeping contact.
    “I might accept an apology if it comes now and you can make it sound really earnest. But it’d have to be damned good.” I give her clit a little tap, a warning, or a promise.
    She moans but looks right at me. “And if I...” Her breath hitches. “...don’t?”
    My next tap is harder, forcing a sharp indrawn breath through clenched teeth from her. “Up to you, of course.”
    “Screw you.”
    “Not heartfelt enough.” I tap harder, right between her legs. Again, and again. She shivers and tears up. Each tap gets her squirming away, as far as she can. She gave up on keeping her feet in place a long time ago, but I don’t care. The chase is too much fun, herding her back and forth, watching her stumble in her heels.
    Now that she’s moving, hitting with any accuracy is tough, but I pelt her wide hips, her full thighs and rounded ass with the crop, aiming for the bigger strike zones. Don’t wanna actually hurt her. She squeals and tries to dodge, but I’m a good aim.
    Fuck, I’ve gotta get my hands on her. The crop clatters on the floor as I throw it away. I come in from the side, my left hand grabbing one of her big tits hard and pull her against me. She struggles, which only heightens the feel of her skin against mine as we rub together. Even without the cuffs she wouldn’t stand a chance, but with them I can do exactly what I want.
    Her voice is hoarse. “Groping? I thought this was a punishment.”
    My other hand comes down on her ass with a smack. Flesh on flesh, skin against skin, echoing through the room. “I do what I fucking want. Grab your tits. Grab your wet little cunt.” My voice turns to a rough whisper as speak right into her hair. “Bend you over and fuck my big cock right up your tight ass. Whatever I fucking want.”
    Her moan makes she think she’d let me, too. Fuck professional. Fuck principles. But not this time. She’s gotta be totally fucking on board, before I let myself lose it. Right now, she’ll agree to anything, and I want something real, something I can trust. Doesn’t mean I can’t get her off, though.
    I spank her again, hard. Faster, slower, one cheek, both cheeks, on her thighs. Her reddened skin burns under my hands but I refuse to let up until she’s fucking crying or gives the safeword. I wasn’t kidding about being disappointed about the lying, and we’re going to sort that right fucking now. Then she’ll get her reward.
    She screams, moans, groans gutturally deep in her throat. A thrashing animal in my hands, trying to get away. My palms burn in agony as I lay into her, one hard impact after another, jiggling her flesh.
    She sobs. She’s mumbling something, but I can’t quite make it out.
    “What’s that?” I pause the spanks until she replies.
    “You...” She draws a breath. “You hit like a... little girl.” Her jaw sets in determination and she pinches her eyes shut, knowing what’s coming.
    I laugh. “You brought it on yourself, babe.” The shocks travel up my arm with every strike. In addition to her ass and thighs, I begin to place swats right in between her legs, smacking right onto her pussy. My fingers come back wet. She’s loving it.
    Then she breaks. She