Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

breathed out forcibly. He gently tugged my hair,
angling my head, and giving himself easy access to my neck. He
nestled his mouth against the vein pulsing in
apprehension.

    “What’s your safe word?” Sir whispered
against my skin as he worked down to take a nip at the budding
nipple on my left breast.

    “Red,” I groaned out between moans as
he cut the bra away from my body. I, then, felt long suede fronds
covered with small beads glide over my sensitive breast. Fear
enveloped me. I was not ready for the pain part of his
games.

    I heard the gadget fall to the bed
beside my head. “These do look stunning on, but you’re not going to
need them anytime soon.” He swept the panties down my legs as if
they were an unwanted guest. I wanted to smile, but simply couldn’t
make my lips cooperate. I was deafened by the erratic beating of my
own heart as the blood pounded against my eardrums. His long
fingers stroked down the entire length of my leg before tying my
feet to what I suspected was the foot post. I was laid out spread
eagle on a bed and never felt more assured of myself. I could
picture Sir standing over me smiling. The thought made me only
wetter. I sighed.

    All of the sudden, I felt something
unbelievably soft brush against and being languidly dragged down
between my legs. It was a feather. Sir was rubbing a feather
deliberately slow over my stomach and around my aroused nipples. I
tried to anticipate where he was going next, but between the music
blaring in my ears and the beating of my heart . . . my mind
couldn’t concentrate. Sir pulled the feather along the line of my
groin. He yanked a strain of my pubic hair.

    “I like this. You need to keep it. It
shows how much a woman you are.” He leaned in and spoke in to my
ear then kissed the tip of my nose.

    The sound of music was transformed
into sounds of nature. My mind was briefly preoccupied by the
rustling of wind and chirping of birds until the feather running
over my body was replaced by the motion of the tails of the flogger
flowing over my skin and heightened nerve endings. It was all too
much, between the ethereal sounds of nature playing in my ear and
soft feel of the suede of the flogger across my skin.

    “Oh Cherry, you’re flawless. I wish
you could see how truly beautiful you are. I want to kiss every
inch of your skin.”

    That experience was nothing I dreamed
it would be. I expected to be beat and humiliated, but no I felt
more cherished than I’d ever felt.

    I heard the flogger fly through the air. Shocked, he didn't
hurt me. Instead, he brought the blood to the surface and made my
skin aroused. He dropped to his knees and leaned forward running
his nose along the apex between my thighs. He quickly jerked my
legs apart. His hot breath rushed over my groin. I practically
convulsed and screamed when he first scraped his tongue along my
inner folds. I tried to squirm to relieve some of the want he was
building in me, but it was impossible to move. He trailed kisses up
my bulging stomach, and licked his tongue over my navel. His kisses
left a burn along my skin. He laid down beside me and trailed his
hand up and down my body. He gently cupped my breast, then softly
bit it. My breast swelled in his grasp, my nipples harden. His
fingers slowly rolled over the other breast, elongating the nipple
under his touch. I felt every touch all the way down in my
groin.

    I was so wet, the juices flowed down
my thighs. My breath became more ragged as Sir moved his hand down
my waist, across my hip, and cupped my groin. One finger slipped in
as his thumb circled over my throbbing bud. I cried out as he
fucked me with two long fingers. He started to palm my clit as he
pushed his fingers harder and harder inside of me. I screamed out
Sir and clenched the sheets in total release. Suddenly, he sat up
and tugged the blindfold for my eyes. He was staring down at me
with heat in his eyes.

    “I want you to watch as I fuck your
amazing body.” He trailed a