Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo Read Free Book Online Page B

she’d never actually heard falls whistling through the air or felt the sting of them against her skin.
    He continued to move his hands over her skin lightly, coaxing every nerve ending to the surface. She shivered and tried to lean into the heat emanating from him. A maddening few inches separated his chest from her back, but the restraints prevented her from moving.
    When he reached under her, she whimpered. The lips of her labia had already parted because of her wide-legged stance. He fiddled with the clip on her clit, opening it and lifting it away. Blood rushed to that tiny bundle with a vengeance. She cried out at the pleasure-pain mix and arched her back to escape. Her body went nowhere. She half wished Justin would touch her clit, massage it until the strange sensations disappeared, urge it toward pleasure. Unfortunately, his hand had dropped away.
    She felt him near her, and she knew he watched her reaction. She neither tempered nor prolonged her reactions, giving him honesty with every inch of her being.
    She felt the plug ease from her ass. Mortified, she gasped and hoped he didn’t hold it against her. The electric feel of him disappeared, and she heard the sound of running water. Relief rushed through her as she realized she had heard no thump to indicate it had fallen. Justin had removed it.
    With him gone, though he was just across the room, she relaxed against the smooth wood of the cross. She hadn’t recognized the tension created by the impending promise of a whipping. That promise hadn’t vanished, but she saw that Justin wasn’t going to hurry it. He was going to make her wait. She didn’t think he intended it as a punishment. Oasis guidelines had demanded a clear identification of a punishment prior to its administration.
    The slap of bare feet on wood announced his return. Reaching under her, he zeroed in on her clit with an accuracy that came from familiarity. He pressed hard. She yelped.
    “Sore?”
    The swollen nub throbbed under his finger. “Yes, Justin.”
    He traced a circle around her clit. Shivers raced through her body. “Sensitive?”
    “Yes, Justin.” She struggled to form words because she knew he would add to her list of punishments if she didn’t respond.
    He plunged two fingers into her slick wetness, thrusting against her sweet spot. He fingered her hard. Cries and pleas poured from her mouth, but he didn’t vary his pace. No matter, the tension coiling inside her didn’t need much more to burst. Just before she fell over the precipice, he stopped.
    “Punishment number one, my sweet slave.” He leaned over her shoulder, pressing his bare chest against her back, and she watched him lick her juices from his fingers. “No orgasm.”
    He kissed a path down her back, drawing his fingertips lightly over her skin. Tiny tingles feathered from each point of contact. He worshipped the rounded cheeks of her ass before making a return trip. By the time he nibbled at her earlobe, her whole body shook.
    Justin always had the power to make her tremble, but so much time had passed since they’d done more than grope each other in the dark. She had forgotten how good he was with his mouth.
    “We’re going to start slow, Trish. Feel free to cry out as loud as you like. I won’t stop unless you use the safe word. Say it for me now.”
    She breathed in through her nose, using the deep breath to gather her courage. “Oasis.”
    “Good girl. Tell me you want this.”
    She needed this. “I want this, Justin. Please whip me.”
    The heat of his chest moved away. She heard the slap of the flogger against something. His jeans? She couldn’t tell, but she was proud that she hadn’t flinched, and she didn’t flinch again when he tested it a few more times. She knew Justin too well to think he’d start without any kind of warning.
    Soft leather brushed across her shoulders as he trailed the falls along her skin. He teased her back where he had sensitized the skin just by kissing it