Slapping Leather by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online

liked
to expose their subs to others, like displaying a prized possession. She knew
it gave them a sexual charge to know others admired what only they could
possess.
    Alex lifted his hand to cup her chin, tilting her
face toward him.
    “Look at me, Elizabeth. You’re wondering if I’m
going to order you to sit here half naked, right?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She looked directly into his eyes,
but they told her nothing, only that he was in control and he wanted her to
know it.
    “Would it bother you?”
    Would it? She’d been with other Doms who enjoyed
displaying their subs so others could envy them. Only it had been so long…
    “I asked you a question,” he prompted.
    “No, Sir. I am here to please you.”
    A hot smile curved his lips. “You’re right. And
it would please me for others to see what a beautiful sub I have.”
    He pulled the zipper down the rest of the way and
eased the vest down her arms. She shivered slightly, sitting there naked from
the waist up, but not from cold. He was going to tease her, draw this out
before they went to a private room. Before she could eventually find releases
for the intense orgasm already building inside her.
    “You have gorgeous nipples.” He rolled one
between thumb and forefinger then squeezed it hard enough to cause a small bite
of pain.
    A couple passing by stopped, examining her with
frank curiosity.
    “May I?” the man asked, reaching out a hand.
    Alex smiled but shook his head. “Just for
looking. That’s all.”
    “A real pleasure to take a look,” the man
drawled.
    Alex nodded, but he slid his arm around her
waist, pulling her against him. You’re mine. It was as plain as if he’d
shouted it.
    The couple stood in front of them for a long
moment, the man’s eyes hard and hungry, the woman with her hand linked through
his arm. Then they moved on.
    Alex signaled the waitress and ordered tonic and
lime for both of them. Liz sat quietly sipping at her drink, shoulders back the
way she knew Alex expected, while he murmured in her ear and caressed her
breasts. Every few minutes, he slid his hand beneath her skirt, testing her
wetness.
    “You’ve been perfect, sitting here so others can
admire my wonderful sub. I’m very proud of you.”
    A thrill danced through her, her cunt throbbing,
her nipples hardening even more. It had been a long time since she’d heard
those words.
    No. Forget at all. This is
here and now. This is Alex, hot and hungry.
    “Are you eager to be fucked tonight?” He pinched
the tip of her clit. “I have some special things in store for you.” He nipped
her ear lobe. “I can hardly wait.”
    Alex watched Liz carefully as he alternately
played with her nipples and stroked her pussy. Her body was humming like a
tuning fork, no doubt about it. But he could see all the conflicting emotions
at war in her eyes. She wanted to be here—wanted to be with him. He was sure of
that or she wouldn’t have come back again. But there was still a nugget of
resistance bouncing around inside her.
    Had her last relationship turned bad?
Unfortunately, many Doms not only carried punishment to extremes but verbally
degraded their subs. Alex always felt they should have a role reversal for one
night and see things from the other end of the stick. So to speak.
    He wouldn’t mind wielding that stick himself.
When a sub gave trust to a Dom, it was a very special thing. Abusing that trust
was the worst kind of betrayal.
    So maybe that was part of her reserve. The other
part was connecting with someone she had met who was part of her everyday
existence. He’d been shocked the other night, too, at finding her here. Liz
Gillibrand had an enviable reputation as a woman with a firm hand on a horse, a
student and most definitely her employees. But so often that kind of woman made
the best sub. In the bedroom, with a man they could trust, they could give up
that control.
    When he’d met her at the Lucky L, the air of
sensuality that surrounded her even as she stood