Simon Says: Mine: A novella (Mountain Masters & Dark Haven Book 2)

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Book: Simon Says: Mine: A novella (Mountain Masters & Dark Haven Book 2) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Sinclair Cherise
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Contemporary, Erotic
his other hand touched her breast, tugging lightly on the nipple.
    Oh Crom . Sheer, insane need swept over her like a landslide. When his thumb pressed on her clit, everything receded except the feeling of his hands on her. Her eyes closed as her insides gathered.
    “No, not yet, sweetheart,” he said. His touch lifted. “I want you a little on edge when I teach you about pain.”
    Her eyes flashed open. Pain?
    The flogger he took from his bag didn’t look like the same one he’d used before, but still—leather-covered handle, multiple blunt lengths of suede.
    “You’re going to whip me?” Her voice shook.
    The dark eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, I think so, yes.” He brushed the flogger up her legs, her stomach, and teased the soft, dangling strands over her breasts until the peaks ached. The scent of leather filled the air as he lightly ran it up her arms and down her back, continuing until her skin grew so sensitive that each small caress sent a pulsing thrill through her.
    The flogger brushed against her butt, and then the strands flipped across her bottom in the first blow.
    She jumped. But it didn’t hurt, didn’t even sting. Instead the ends thudded against her skin like tiny hammers. More flicking touches moved down her legs and around to the front. As the lashes tapped slowly up her thighs, her heart started to pound. She pulled her legs together.
    “Stay in position, or I will chain your ankles, pet.” No anger, just a statement.
    She moved her legs out. A little. Caught the expression in his eyes and opened them all the way, leaving her pussy dangerously vulnerable to those strands. A shudder went through her. Why didn’t she use that safe word he’d given her?
    But his intent gaze held her in place. And so did the way she felt—incredibly aroused—every nerve alive and singing with excitement.
    He tucked the handle of the flogger into his waistband and moved closer. “You’re being a good girl.”
    His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling the nipples until a stream of electricity flowed straight to her clit. Her exposed clit. The open-legged position just begged for his touch. Her hips tilted forward, and she bit her lip, embarrassed. She wasn’t like that, had never begged for anything. Ever. And yet… Please touch me.
    He moved a hand to her pussy, sliding through her wetness. When his finger traced over her clit, she gasped at the sheer rush. But his finger eased away, gathered moisture, and then circled her clit. Around and around.
    Pressure built inside her, and everything tightened, begging for just a little more. She moaned.
    “Lovely,” he murmured and stepped away. Before she could whimper a protest, the flogger struck her again, up and down her legs, front and back, then over her bottom, and a sting joined the thudding sensations. Not hurting, not really. Over her shoulders lightly and her hips, the blows circled her, and each time, the strands landed a little harder.
    Still it didn’t hurt, exactly, but she’d rather have his hands on her.
    His eyes narrowed. “There goes that mind of yours, thinking away. You definitely need a tad more.”
    She caught her breath, hoping he’d touch her. Amazing how her inhibitions had disappeared.
    Smiling slightly, he laid the flogger down next to his bag and pulled out a leather collar, fully as wide as his hand.
    A collar? What kind of “more” was that?
    He fitted it around her neck, adjusted her chin to rest in a small notch, and buckled it. Then he stood in front of her, caressing her cheek. Waiting.
    He hadn’t fastened it too snugly, and yet when she tried to move, she realized it raised her chin and kept her from looking either around or down. A flash of panic went through her and died at the steady look in his eyes.
    “I won’t leave you, sweetheart. If anything bothers you too much, use your safe word. Do you understand?”
    She tried to nod and couldn’t.
    His eyes crinkled. “Say, ‘Yes, sir.’”
    “Yes,
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