The Dom Prize (The Dominants by Mina J. Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

where my need was the strongest. My hips surged in anticipation. He grasped my legs and spread them wide.
    “Hold very still, Gia. You will learn the meaning of patience tonight.”
    He sat back and ran the crop up and down my core, stopping at just the right places. His timing was unbearably precise. This went on for several minutes at which point I was practically mental.
    “Bastard,” I muttered between gritted teeth.
    He stopped everything. “I’m sorry. What was that?”
    I shut my trap.
    “I’ll give you what you want after your punishment. Maybe. You may look up now,” he whispered in my ear.
    Thankfully, my lips were pressed together firmly and my throat worked to keep my whimper in check.
    He scooted off the bed and went back into that blasted dresser. Eyes wide, I watched as he pulled out a cat o nine and slapped it against his thigh. No fucking way was I going to let him hit me with that thing.
    “Do you trust me, Gia?”
    “Shouldn’t I get a safe word?”
    He grabbed my ankles and flipped me onto my belly. Oh shit. He was going to whip me raw and I was helpless to stop him. I opened my mouth to scream and got his finger in my mouth instead.
    “Don’t need one. You’re an A level for pain tolerance, remember? Now lie very still and feel the sensations.”
    He moved back, spreading my legs slightly.
    Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of his shaft. He was hard. This couldn’t go on much longer. Could it?
    Orgasm Denial – 3 ( Yes that is expert level…shit !)
    The first bite of the whip caught me off guard. It didn’t hurt. He wielded it lightly and very slow. The tails landed on the tender section of my inner thigh the second time, coming achingly close to my…
    I moaned when he smoothed my skin over with his hands, moving inward and grazing the folds of my core. Again, he rained light touches of the whip across my bottom. Each time he came at me harder, he rubbed my skin and circled the nub of my desire until I quivered for release. After two more sessions, he moved off the bed. My ability to see my surroundings was limited but my ears worked just fine. Complete silence. Great. How long did he plan to leave me like this?
     
    * * *
     
    An hour later I heard the rustling of keys and footsteps. I prayed it was JP. I wouldn’t want to be caught by Fernando the bellman in my current position.
    Whoever it was came in the bedroom and opened one of the closets. A set of warm hands gripped my ankles and I jerked away.
    “This isn’t going to be over unless you lie still,” he reiterated once again.
    That voice was like warm honey being poured all over my body. A very sensitive and sexually frustrated body, I might add. Nothing I did in that damn hour had gotten me off. Not rubbing myself against the sheets or pushing my thighs together. Who was I kidding? I needed him in a bad way. Unexpectedly, I craved his dominance over me. I wanted…
    He spread my legs wide and pushed some kind of bar between them with adjustable cuffs at the ankles. Holy shit. Now I was trussed up in offering, my cha cha clearly visible to his eyes. And yet, my body was on fire. I couldn’t move my arms. My legs were forced into an awkward split. And I was in heaven.
    His hands ran up the backs of my thighs, clearly avoiding my sensitive region.
    “Mmmmm…I could smell you everywhere. Are you ready for me?”
    “Oh, God yes.” I whimpered.
    It was finally over. A quick intake of breath followed as I felt the soft touch of his lips against my ass, smoothing and caressing the area he had punished. I pushed against him, wanting him to devour me.
    “If you were further along, I wouldn’t be giving you this.” He rubbed the head of his shaft against my entry.
    “But, I have to make some concessions since we’re limited in time. Otherwise, you’d be getting another session like before until you begged for my dick.”
    My eyes teared up at the thought that he might deny me again. I simply couldn’t deal with it. I