Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) by Evelyn Troy Read Free Book Online Page B

knotted fronds came into contact with her right breast, slapping the underside with a sting before being swung at the left one and giving it the same treatment. She sucked in air and automatically tried to pull away from him, but the restraints would only allow her to move so far and it wasn’t nearly far enough to be out of reach of the leather strips.
     
    She felt herself quiver as she watched him circle the flogger through the air again, and instead of moving away, this time she strained towards it; wanting the connection between leather and skin so badly that it was a need. Again and again he slapped at her tits with the leather, making her nipples sting even as they puckered up for more.
     
    Isobel felt the tears running down her face again; salty water coating her lips and leaving her eyes ringed with smudged mascara. Tyler swung the flogger lower still, caressing her ribcage and belly with it and making her cry out with each connection. The pain wasn’t as intense as when he had flogged her tits, but anticipation of where he was heading had Isobel gasping for breath and shaking with need. But, rather than flog at her pussy, Tyler took a step backwards, and Isobel groaned in protest. “Nooo! Please don’t stop, Sir. Please!”
     
    “Shhh, little slut. I haven’t finished yet. I just want to make a slight adjustment before I continue.” His breathing was just as erratic as hers was, but she knew that he was as in control of himself as he was of her. He stepped in to her and reached for her chin, holding her head in place as he kissed her long and deep; his tongue licking the tears away from her lips and her eyes.
     
    Then she felt his foot nudge at her ankles, repositioning them so that she was standing with her legs even further apart. He bent down and refastened the cuffs, allowing for the change in her stance and making sure that she couldn’t move her legs back closer together.
     
    Isobel’s thighs were taut as her legs were stretched wide, but it wasn’t painful and she didn’t make a sound. With the change in her position her arms were taking most of her weight, and she subconsciously gave up a prayer of thanks for all the hours she spent at the gym in her spare time.
     
    Thoughts of the gym, and of her arms or legs, were soon thrust from her mind when she felt the warmth of Tyler’s hand cupping her pussy, the wetness that he found there very evident when he moved his hand away to look at it with a gleam in his eyes. “You’re such a horny little slut, aren’t you?”
     
    “Yes, Sir.” Nothing else needed to be said. It was the truth; she was horny and she was his slut.
     
    Walking back over to the small table, Tyler picked up something that she hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a wand, but a little bit thicker. And it had a button or controller at the thickest end of it. With a gulp, Isobel realized that it was some sort of vibrator and her suspicions were confirmed when Tyler switched it on and she heard a low humming coming from it.
     
    He stopped in front of her, tapping the wand onto the palm of his free hand. “Do you remember why you’re being punished, Isobel?”
     
    “Yes Sir.”
     
    “Tell me why.” His voice was commanding, but not harsh.
     
    “I am being punished because I dared to orgasm without asking for your permission first, Sir.” She felt her face get flushed. He had turned her on so damn much that she hadn’t been capable of talking to ask his permission.
     
    “That’s right. So when I tell you now that you are not allowed to come at all, you will obey me, correct?”
     
    Shit! “Not at all, Sir?”
     
    “Not at all, Isobel.” His voice was stern, and she lowered her gaze, kicking herself for asking the question when she already knew the answer.
     
    “Yes, Sir.”
     
    He brought the wand closer to her and she felt the hairs on her arms stand up. “I will use this for as long as I see fit, and the only way you can stop me is by saying the