Oriana and the Three Werebears by Tia Fanning Read Free Book Online

to her knees, a strapping male, dressed as a headmaster, was bringing a paddle down on her bare ass, which was already exhibiting a red blush from the supposed previous strikes.
    While the scene itself was meant to arouse, capturing every man’s fantasy of the innocent girl who is secretly naughty, it was the expression on Oriana’s face that aroused him most—she looked as if she genuinely enjoyed the spankings.
    “That one’s my favorite.”
    Jack held himself in check, catching his body before it jerked around in surprise. He also resisted the urge to close the screen’s window like some basement-dwelling virgin whose mom just caught him whacking off to internet porn.
    He heard Oriana’s soft footsteps approach.
    She leaned over his shoulder and gazed at the monitor. “It was one of five photos used in a spread for a popular fetish magazine.”
    “Why is this one your favorite?” he found himself asking, though he didn’t know why.
    “For one, it’s the photo that prompted more modeling offers, thus I found enough work to pay for my own college tuition. I didn’t have to be a financial burden to my father any longer. Two, it was the most exciting, realistic photo session I’d ever done, and this photo captured the moment better than the others, in my opinion. The photographer was adamant that the scene look authentic. Instead of a male model, the photographer hired a real Dom, and that man...” She laughed lightly. “That man literally paddled the shit out of me. However, it allowed me to discover a side of myself I never knew existed. By the time the shoot was over, I was so hor— um, happy.”
    She grew quiet and moved back.
    Jack slowly turned his chair around to find Oriana had retreated to the doorway. Jon’s comforter was draped over her shoulders and she clutched it tightly, crossing it over so it cocooned her body.
    “Third,” she continued, “that photo exposed the true character of a person I thought I knew and loved, and saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”
    Looking past her beauty, and past the pieces of leaves and twigs still tangled in her hair, and the dirt smudges on face, Jack could see her feelings were hurt. She tried to hide it, but her eyes were glossy with the weight of the painful memories. She seemed so vulnerable at the moment, and his protective instincts kicked in. His heart thumped hard in his chest, both with the overwhelming need to gather her in his arms comfort her, and with the overpowering urge to smash his fist into the face of the man who had broken her heart.
    “I think it’s a beautiful picture of you,” he murmured.
    She offered him a small smile and a blush tinged her cheeks. “Thanks.”
    “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
    “Oh, no, you didn’t—I’m not. I’m actually flattered.” She took a deep breath. “The last person who talked to me about that photo didn’t have such nice things to say about it.”
    Jack could imagine. He had read one e-mail the ex-fiancé sent to a friend calling Oriana everything from a deceitful bitch to a cheap whore. “That person doesn’t know his head from his ass. And he didn’t deserve you.”
    “It was my fault. I should have told him about the photos before we started dating.”
    “If he really loved you, it wouldn’t have mattered.”
    She met his gaze. “You seem to know a lot about the situation.”
    “I do,” he replied.
    She didn’t seem angry or upset, just curious. Her gaze darted to Jon’s desk, then back to him. “Computer hackers?”
    “You can say that.”
    A mischievous gleam twinkled in her eyes. “So there’s no information that’s safe from you?”
    “No.”
    “That’s actually kind of cool.”
    He smiled. “My name is Jack.”
    “I know. I’m Oriana.”
    “I know.”
    “I’m sure you’re wondering what brought me here, and why I’m in your house.”
    “You already told me.”
    Her brow wrinkled in confusion. “Really? When?”
    “Earlier today.