Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page B

being green.”
    Once again Callum had to fight the urge to laugh. Damn, she was provocative. She knew perfectly well she was only allowed to say two words yet she’d evidently planned that naughty little speech and said it anyway. How could he not love a woman with so much spirit and vivacity?
    Lachlan very, very slowly took the thick leather belt from around his waist and then he cracked it through the air like a whip. The sound was both loud and shocking. Callum watched as Phoenix’s eyes widened. And then she flicked her tongue out and licked her lips. Instantly Callum’s dick hardened and pressed against his jeans. Oh God, what a woman!
     
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    Phoenix was awash with lust. Her hormones were racing through her bloodstream, driving her crazy with desire. When Dom Lachlan took off his belt, she thought her body might combust with need. Her cunt was so wet she could feel the dampness of her cream on the insides of her thighs. That belt was long and thick. Just like she was sure his cock would be. Callum’s as well. Oh hell. Two cocks. She was about to experience the best sex of her life and likely the orgasm would be so powerful it’d kill her, but what a way to die.
    “Stand with your hands on your head and your legs shoulder-width apart. Do not speak.”
    She did as her Dom ordered her, but her gaze was fixed on that belt. Where would he strike her with it? On her ass which was hot and a little sore from the whip? On her shoulders, maybe? Was that why she had to put her hands on her head? Or on her breasts? That’d hurt like hell but likely it’d tip her over into an orgasm. That was when Phoenix understood the waiting was intentional. That damn Dom was deliberately keeping her on hold so she’d think through the possibilities and wonder what would happen next. Damn, that was a tricky technique. And he was right of course. She’d already decided the most effective stroke would be over her breasts because it was the most unlikely. Hell, she’d have to think of something else she could do or say to rattle his cage some more, so he would punish her.
    “Turn your back to me. Keep your hands on your head.”
    Well, fuck. Now what? Was he going to belt her on the ass after all?
    She turned around as slowly as she dared to move, flicking her head back so her braid bounced over her shoulder and down her back. It also meant she caught a glimpse of him with her peripheral vision as she did it, but he was standing completely immobile. Hmm. That was a good idea which hadn’t worked. Not a problem. She’d think of something else.
    Callum appeared in front of her so silently she hadn’t expected him. That’s right. He’s in bare feet. Dom Lachlan is stomping around in boots and he deliberately misled me into forgetting that Callum is barefoot.
    He looked up at the ceiling and Phoenix did, too, wondering if there was a chain or something he was going to shackle her to. But it was another piece of misdirection. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she shrieked with surprise and then grabbed his hair and stroked it. Instantly the belt landed on her ass and it goddamn hurt.
    “Hands,” ordered her Dom.
    Obediently she put them back on her head. Her ass was burning from the stroke of the belt and she understood he could have punished her a lot more than that because she wasn’t supposed to speak either. Not that a shriek was exactly speaking. Without moving her head, she looked down just as Callum took his mouth off her breast and pinched the nipple to screw a nipple clip to it. She was expecting the second one, which he did, but then he kneeled at her feet. What now? A clit clamp?
    A flogger trailed strands across her shoulders and then down her arms and all the way down her legs to her feet. It was a strange, gentle, silky sort of touch, and just as arousing as the whipping had been even though it was very different. It seemed to go on for a long time, although likely it was only a few minutes, and then