Slave To Her Wicked Desires by Anita Lawless Read Free Book Online Page A

“treats in there for you, slave. But they will keep for a bit. My torture will be slow and methodical.” He ran a finger over her lips then dipped it into her mouth, trailed it down her chin, over her clavicle, and down to her breasts, where he pinched her right nipple hard enough to make her hiss air out between her teeth.
    “I want to make you wait, like you made me wait last night for forty-five minutes after the concert. You were very negligent, slave.” He kissed her roughly, squeezing her generous mounds hard in his strong, big hands, until she squirmed and whimpered in pain and delight beneath his mauling.
    “Make me pay, master.” Her words were breathy as she thrust her burning tits against his chest.
    “I’ll make you beg first,” he growled, then stepped back from her to finish securing her to the desk chair.
    He stepped back from her in her manacles, her large breasts now thrust out at him from the way he had secured her to the desk chair. Crossing his large arms over his well-muscled chest, Eric glared at her while he grinned wickedly—satisfied, obviously, with this vulnerable pose.
    He stooped to the bag and his hand disappeared within its black canvas. When it emerged, he held a leather thonged cat o’ nine tails. Rachael’s pussy quivered and her eyes grew wide at the sight of the whip.
    Eric pulled the hand that held the whip back and, involuntarily, she thrust her tits out farther toward the caress of the leather strips. The snap of the tethers preceded the shock of a hot, sudden sting across her large pale mounds. She whimpered as the pain brought pleasure and a flood of dizzying endorphin-filled sensation.
    “Don’t you dare scream.” He came close to her face and squeezed her cheeks hard as he whispered. She bit back her shriek of pleasure, and the defiant grin of bliss that almost broke across her lips. “Don’t show your satisfaction in anyway until I tell you too. Do you understand? Nod.”
    Rachael did as Eric told her. He smiled and returned her nod to show his approval. As he straightened, he kneaded and pinched one breast in his hand, tugging hard on the nipple until she bit her lip to hold back a grunt.
    Righting himself, Eric rubbed the crotch of his snug black jeans, where a growing impressive erection was prevalent. “You like it so much don’t you? You’re just dying to cry out aren’t you, slave?”
    He pulled back with the whip again then lashed it hard across her breasts. This time, Eric did not stop between blows, and he brought the thongs back across her soft, welting skin in short, sharp hard smacks. Eric didn’t stop until she let free a strangled whimper, ceasing the enjoyment with her bit of insolence and lack of self repose.
    “Did I hear you make a noise?” he whispered close to her ear. “Do you want to stop, hmm? I could leave you here, like this. No more toys…” He stroked the whip slowly, soft and sensuous, over her welted, stinging breasts.
    Her eyes quietly begged him not to stop, and Rachael bit back a sigh of disappointment at the thought of him ceasing this delicious torture. All she wanted to do was make up for her foolhardy insolence. Please him as she took her punishment and satisfaction all in one exhilarating dose.
    Dropping the whip, Eric went to his haunches and reached behind him into the bag, his eyes never leaving hers while he continued to wear that cruel yet sexy smile on his handsome, chiseled Scandinavian face. He rummaged for the next instrument of delight.
    A black candle emerged in his hand and in his other a wrought iron holder. He stood and bent over the end of the mixing board, after he secured the taper into the base of the candle stand. From the side of the electronics, he plucked a cigarette from the pack that sat there and lit it with a Zippo, then lit the tip of the taper as well.
    Rachael almost gasped, but she swallowed her audible anticipation. He drew near, the flame flickering with his movement, head down and eyes