Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 by Sheryl Nantus Read Free Book Online Page B

door and the rat-a-tat of her heels on the floor, approaching him.
    Her feet appeared in his range of sight, the black stilettos a welcome sight.
    The raincoat fell around her feet in a black puddle.
    He looked up at the faux police uniform and smirked.
    Danielle reached down and tapped him on the chin, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re making eye contact. That’s going to cost you.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    So worth it.
    He gritted his teeth as the flogger landed on his back, the single rhinestone studded strand among the leather ones pounding the skin. This particular flogger left marks that would take days to fade.
    She’d used it for that exact reason.
    The next stroke snaked up between his legs and snapped against his balls.
    He gasped and twisted around in surprise, the cuffs holding him in place.
    The heated whisper in his ear almost pushed him over the edge. “I said that would cost you.”
    “Thank you, Mistress,” he gasped. His cock rubbed against the cool varnished wood. He’d installed the whipping post in one corner of his playroom, the thick pillar allowing him to stretch his arms up for bondage and punishment. It was expensive, but he had few other vices to spend his money on, and without anyone else sharing the house, it allowed him to imagine he was at one of the clubs.
    Right now it was serving its purpose and doing it well. She’d worked him over for a good hour, flogging the hell out of his back and ass with paddles and floggers, the last one specifically created to leave marks he could see in the bathroom mirror. It had a special tail woven into the others, the shiny squares leaving a vibrant imprint on his skin. The skin was raised but not broken—just the way he liked it. Every once in a while, she’d pause to let him recover, just long enough to catch his breath, and then she’d start again with a different flogger or paddle. The variety kept him constantly on the edge.
    No matter how often they went through this routine, it was always different, some aspect changing just slightly to keep it fresh in his mind. She’d switch up the floggers, bring harder or softer paddles, focus solely on his shoulders or on his ass, whipping the back of his legs until he couldn’t take any more.
    He never got bored, never knew what to expect.
    Nathan groaned as she dug her nails into his ass.
    He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to come.
    “You like that,” she murmured in his ear. “Good. I love seeing you fight to keep control.”
    The hot whisper made it even harder.
    In every sense of the word.
    Danielle stepped back, and Nathan tensed up, knowing what was next.
    One last burst of flogging, his back and shoulders aching as his hips bucked forward instinctively to get away from the pain and rubbing against the post.
    He ground his teeth together, reaching for that last shred of self-control.
    It wasn’t as if he was a young man afraid of coming in his pants the first time a woman brushed her hand against his cock. He was a man and in full control of his urges, full command of his body and ruler of his domain.
    But even the best rulers had to deal with rebellions.
    He forced himself to remember the first visit he’d had with Kate, struggling with the urge to come.
    She had pushed him to his limit right from the start and threatened not only to stop immediately if he came, but to make him clean the mess up with a toothbrush.
    The threat should have helped him keep control.
    It’d had the reverse effect.
    Kate sat there on the couch in front of him, raincoat buttoned up to the top to hide every bit of her beautiful outfit, and played with her cell phone while he scrubbed three square feet of the hardwood floor clean with the toothbrush she’d brought for such an occasion.
    Every few minutes, she’d trickle water over Nathan’s lowered head to create a small puddle for him to work with. Eventually she let him finish up with a washcloth tucked between his teeth, making him polish the