Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) Read Online Free

surprisingly gentle.
    Her ankles came next and she was
bound, spread eagled to the cross. A prickle of sweat beaded across her lip as
Hunter eyed her exposed pussy. God help her, the feeling of vulnerability made
her cunt twitch. A tiny drip of arousal leaked down her leg and she closed her
eyes. What was wrong with her?
    “Does this turn you on?”
    She snapped open her eyes and
sucked in a breath. What should she say? It did turn her on but for the life of
her, she couldn’t force the truth past her tongue. It was wrong, so wrong to be
turned on by things like this. And yet, she knew in playing a sub that it should turn her on. Hunter would think it strange if it didn’t.
    “What turns you on, Laura?”
    Her gaze caught sight of the
flogger he now held in his hand. He swept it through his fingers, toying
leisurely with it. Fear lodged in her throat.
    “Does a beating turn you on?”
    Laura shook her head frantically.
    He edged closer, running the
flogger over her breasts and stomach. “What turns you on, Laura?”
    “I-I don’t know!”
    “What do you want? Tell me and I can
make it happen. Every fantasy, every fetish.” His voice was low now, almost
seductive, that intimidating growl lost to something sensual that rolled over
her and made her sex clench.
    Every fantasy…
    No! She couldn’t. Her wants and
desires were perverted. She could never give into them. Her mother’s voice
echoed in the back of her mind. Wrong, it’s wrong. Dirty girl.
    “You will tell me, Laura. You may
as well tell me now.”
    Mouth clamped firmly shut, she
whimpered as he teased her flesh with the leather strands. His face came to the
side of her cheek, his bristle brushing lightly over her skin as he whispered
in her ear, “Why are you here, Laura? What do you want?”
    “I want to be a sub,” she cried
quietly. “I just want to be a sub…”
    It was a pathetic response and
she could hear the fragility of her voice. Those dark eyes told her he wasn’t
happy with her response either.
    “Just safe-word and this will be
all over.” His voice came out almost tender. He did want her to
safe-word. But why? Had he figured out the real reason she was here?
    But she couldn’t. Speaking her
safe-word would mean no graduation and she’d be kicked out of the school. She
needed to graduate.
    With a shrug, he drew back the
flogger and Laura clenched her eyes shut. She heard the sound first, the faint
woosh and slap and then a heat blossomed across the top of her thighs. The fear
seemed to have frozen her vocal chords as she opened her mouth to cry out but
only a rasping hiss of air came.
    Another woosh and this time the
flogger came across her other thigh. The fire seared instantly across her skin
and she finally released a scream. Wrenching open her eyes, Laura gasped as she
glanced down and saw the red streaks crawling over her pale skin.
    A peek at Hunter sent her stomach
twisting. He eyed her coolly but his whole body remained tense and she could
see his erection thrusting up against his trousers. This turned him on. She was
fucked.
    Laura cringed as he raised the
flogger and splayed it across her stomach. The edge of the tassels caught the
underside of her breast and she clamped down on her lip as the sting forced
tears into her eyes. He barely gave her time to recover before striking her
breast fully, sending excruciating pain through her tight nipple.
    “What do want, Laura?” he
repeated as he flogged both breasts, one after the other in a rhythmic motion.
“What do you fantasise about?”
    The smacking sounds were almost
soothing as Hunter struck her efficiently and expertly. Laura tuned into the
noise, concentrating on the musical quality of it in an attempt to ignore the
burning pain.
    Maybe he picked up on the comfort
it brought her as he switched his rhythm, moving to a less predictable motion
as he swept the leather over her stomach. She didn’t dare glance down as she
knew the sight would probably force her safe-word