Taming the Alter Ego by Shermaine Williams Read Free Book Online

hand. I couldn’t help stroking my fingertips through the tuft of dark curls at the hilt. A groan rolled up from the back of his throat as his cock twitched in my hand.
    Raising his arm, I aligned it with the end of the curtain rod. From his slightly dazed expression, I’m sure he disbelieved what my actions suggested, but I removed any doubt by firmly and quietly uttering, “Face the outside world.”
    In reality, the dim light of the room meant he wasn’t visible from outside, but he couldn’t know that.
    Tom gave the thick twisted jute hanging behind the curtain a cursory glance before looking back at me, not appearing to understand its importance.
    I like natural fiber ropes, which are more personal than handcuffs. They convey my feelings like they have been infused with my emotions. Tying the length of rope around his wrist, I wonder what he’s feeling. Though I don’t return it, I notice his curious glance. Despite my heels, I still needed to push myself up onto my toes to reach high enough to secure his wrists.
    Never leaving his body, my fingers trailed down his bound arm and across his back on route to the other, nails scratching to heighten his anticipation. Normally, the process was matter of fact, but Tom had a certain power that made it special, heat radiating from his skin to permeate mine.
    Caressing the roughness of the rope as I let it pass through my hand, I tied his left wrist in the same manner. His gaze became like a laser, staring upwards to study the actions of my hands.
    Soon tied fast, Tom looked up at the curtain rod doubtfully, unaware it had been reinforced after a previous mishap. Not wanting it to come crashing down again, I had engaged a contractor to install it with thick bolts anchored to the brick structure.
    “Do you have something to say?”
    Twisting his neck, he intently watched me with a side-on gaze, simultaneously shielding himself from potential prying eyes. “I’m sorry, Lady Isis.”
    His words caused the return of the warm sticky sensation to the crevice between my thighs.
    Satisfied with the contrite tone and expression, I turned away to collect my favorite tool, neatly coiled in the drawer of the bedside table. The black leather tassel whip still looked new despite it being over a year old, enough time for me to become highly proficient in its use.
    The sight of his bare cheeks made a tingling pressure tremble through my breasts, compressed in the restricted confines of my corset. Firmly gripping the handle, the leather strands unfurled with a gentle swish as Tom strained against his binds in an attempt to follow me, but gave up after finding it impossible no matter which way he turned his head. Enjoying the control from remaining out of his eye line, I moved along the length of the bed before walking directly to his back, watching his head turn back and forth as if suffering a moment of panic.
    Without warning, I flicked his left cheek with my trusted apparatus, his taut flesh clenching from the sting of the tips.
    “Did you think I didn’t notice you spying on me?”
    A twitch and a noise from the back of his throat revealed his recognition.

    Hesitating with an inability to think of a feasible reply quick enough, he began to stammer, earning another smarting strike.
    His pained hiss made moisture pool between my thighs, prompting me to run my fingernails across his reddened skin. Making him jolt with a futile twist of his ordinarily powerful frame, having no effect but to make the curtain shift.
    Ever in control, I rolled my wrist with expert precision to pummel his arse with light flicks on each revolution. Flinch dissipating as his body relaxed and got used to the strikes. “Why didn’t you speak to me?” I asked, over the light slap of the whip.
    The sinew across his shoulders shifted with his head turn, straining his neck in an attempt to make eye contact. “I had to work up the courage.”
    Skin satisfyingly flush from blood rushing to the surface, I paused