Purebred by Georgia Fox Read Free Book Online

together again
as a woman who knew how to enjoy herself. A woman who had learned
to trust him.
    "Excellent angle, d'Anzeray," the
Baron exclaimed. "I have a good view of her quinny and her proud
little bottom. You must take them both tonight. I think I see her
blossoming already, yet she does not know what you mean to do with
her. Splendid!"
    Alonso shrugged out of his robe and
wrapped the end of the leather belt around his fist. "First she
needs a spanking, my Lord Louvet."
    He saw the woman tense, pulling on her
ribbons until they were taut. But they were strong. Of that he'd
made certain. Although he'd left her legs untied he now had second
thoughts, for she was capable of kicking like a rabbit, as he knew
already. He passed his leftover ribbon to the Baron and asked him
to tie her right ankle to the bedpost nearest his chair. With one
leg secured she could not wriggle away and he could deal well
enough with one kicking foot.
    "Did I just hear you curse into the
mattress, my lady?"
    She bristled with indignation. Already
a little perspiration shone in the small of her back, and there
were goose bumps along her arms. Whatever she'd expected tonight,
this was not it.
    Alonso smirked. "Good. For the more
you curse and defy me and call me names, the more punishment you
will get. Are we clear?"
    He sincerely hoped she would bite her
tongue and behave because he wanted to begin fucking her soon. The
smooth, high orbs of her tight bottom lured him in and the soft,
blushing pink of her cunt competed with a siren's song of its
own.
    Her husband sat back, sipping his
wine, eyes intent upon the scene, lips turned up in a lecherous
grin.
    "Now, Lady Isobel, for calling me a
barbarian today..." Alonso swung the belt, and it cracked hard
across her cheeks. Her arse bounced, and she squealed.
    Watching her reaction his shaft lifted
and thickened.
    "For calling me a fool." He smacked
her again and this time he knew she did indeed curse, although she
tried to smother it in the bed. Her husband chuckled and shouted
words of encouragement, but Alonso barely heard him now. His eyes
were fastened on her pinkened arse and the first sight of dew on
the rosy lips of her cunny.
    His arm swung the belt
again and he could have sworn she raised her arse to meet the lash
of the leather. "For calling me insolent...." crack , "and creature..." crack , "and bastard son
of a whore!"
    "Look how her cheeky pillows glow like
bashful maidens!" the Baron exclaimed. "Again, d'Anzeray. Spank the
wench as she deserves."
    Alonso regarded her twitching bottom,
knew she was waiting expectantly. He left her waiting while he
strode around the bed, his cock arching to his navel now. Only when
she was still and apparently trying to see where he'd gone, did he
lash her trembling cheeks again with the belt. She yelped in
surprise.
    Another lash and then another quickly
followed while her arms strained against their ribbons.
    "You will not go out riding tomorrow,
Lady Isobel," he growled, kneeling on the bed. "Your arse will
sting too much."
    "You bastard," she hissed. "There, now
do it again! See if I care."
    "Oh, you will care tomorrow when you
cannot sit on this fine derriere." Alonso leaned down and licked
her quivering, heated arse cheeks. He drew the red skin into his
mouth and sucked. "Such a sweet taste, my lady." He let his tongue
slip into her crack and touch her anus. Her heard her whimpering,
felt her buttocks clenching, trying to keep him out, so he dropped
his belt and used his hands to part her cheeks, then he resumed his
licking and tickling of her most private places while her husband
looked on.
     
    * * * *
     
    Isobel's first thought was that she
would never forgive him for this. She would hate him forever.
Loathe him. But as the last lash fell against her bottom a new
sensation overtook her anger and humiliation. She was afire with
it—and not just where her skin smarted from the crack of leather.
It spread within like a forest fire catching on dry