Because You Are Mine Part VIII: Because I Am Yours Read Online Free Page A

paddle. He knew why her eyes had gone wide upon seeing it a moment ago. It was made of varnished wood, long and narrow—only three inches wide. It was a more serious tool for corporal punishment than the black leather paddle he preferred for her delicate skin.
    But he was determined to make her pay for her impulsive decision to follow him to London. He was determined to make her pay for igniting this storm of feeling inside him.
    He barely restrained a groan as he approached and took in the vision of her. The elastic binder displayed her shapely ass to cock-jerking effect. He caressed one cheek, then the other, lifting the buttocks fully out of the restraint so that he might touch and punish every precious bit of the firm, fulsome flesh.
    She started when he landed the paddle on the sweet lower curve of her ass, but he sensed that she held back her cry. Her restraint pleased him.
    Just as everything about her did . . .
    . . .
everything but her impulsiveness; everything but her foolishness and innocence in believing she loves me.
    Everything about her . . .
especially
her impulsiveness, and an innocent wisdom that should be cherished, not scorned.
    He paddled her three times in quick succession, obliterating the confusing thoughts from his brain. His cock lurched in the increasingly confining material of his pants. Yes, this is what he needed. Lust would guide him through the bewildering brew of emotion he experienced.
    Lust always did.
    She couldn’t suppress her cry this time, and he paused, soothing the satiny heating ass cheeks with his fingertips.
    “I can’t believe you came to London,” he said, his voice vibrating with anger.
    “I’d have gone farther to find you.”
    He paused, his expression stiffening when he heard the quiver in her voice.
    “Are you crying?” he asked sharply, studying the back of her head.
    “No.”
    “Are you in undue pain?”
    “No.”
    He tightened his hold on the paddle and swatted her ass twice. “This is the first time I’ve punished you without the clitoral stimulant. Perhaps the discomfort is trumping the pleasure,” he said, swinging the paddle back and landing it, snarling at the erotic sight of the blow reverberating through her firm, plump flesh. He grabbed his aching cock through his pants, wincing.
    “No, it’s not that,” he heard her say in a muffled voice. She jumped slightly in her kneeling position when he paddled her again.
    Curious as to what she meant, he pushed his fingers into the tight crevice of her thighs just above the binding restraint. Warm wetness coated his forefinger. Without making a remark, he withdrew his hand and whacked her ass several more times.
    He would
never
truly control her, because she slayed him every time he tried.
    Her ass was red and hot to the touch by the time he’d finished with her. She panted softly, and her cheeks were stained pink when he lifted her from the chest and placed her on her feet. He knelt before her, peeling the black elastic binder off her thighs and then down over her feet.
    He unfastened the cuffs. She made a sound of surprise when he looped the elastic binder around her neck and began to work the wide strap down over her breasts. It wasn’t easy, but by the time he’d finished, her beautiful flushed breasts were plumped and displayed just as erotically over the top of the thick binder as her ass had been. He grunted in approval and cuffed her wrists again at her back.
    “What are you going to do?” she asked him uncertainly when he picked up a black leather flogger. It was a supple one, meant more to enliven and sting the flesh than whip and cause pain. He understood the flicker of fear in her tone. He’d never used a flogger on her before.
    “Your punishment isn’t finished yet. This is a flogger.” He held it up for her to examine the thin, foot-long, supple straps attached to a leather-bound handle. “Don’t look so fearful . . . it looks more ominous than it is. It’s safe enough,