Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

him on all fours. Aside from giving her a chance to admire his well-toned body, it was a lovely workout that offered her the chance to set up discipline options if he forgot what he was supposed to do and assumed the wrong position.
    Like now.
    Jen smiled at the opportunity presenting itself.
    “I said position one.” She drew the riding crop down the inside of his left thigh and saw his muscles quiver at the light touch. “This is not position one. Position one is down on all fours, presenting yourself as a table or for whatever I see fit to use you for.”
    “Sorry, Mistress.” Sweat dripped from Nathan’s chin. He was at position three—standing upright, hands behind his back. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his brown eyes were wide and unfocused.
    Perfect.
    “Don’t move,” she admonished him. “Stay still.”
    Jen strolled around him, making sure he didn’t make eye contact with her as she studied his body. It was an opportunity to allow her to look him over and make sure he was physically up to her visit. In theory, Nathan should say something if he wasn’t able to perform certain activities, but she knew pride could keep someone’s mouth shut and put them both in a bad place. It wouldn’t be such a worry if Nathan were a lawyer, but as a policeman, he was more at risk for injuries, and he might keep them secret from her.
    That wasn’t acceptable.
    It wasn’t all about the pain. It was the carefully applied mixture of pain and pleasure he wanted and she could deliver.
    Besides, she loved checking out a naked man.
    His short black hair brushed the tops of his ears and she knew he’d be getting a haircut soon to maintain his professional image. Jen pulled the leather crop across his shoulders as she orbited him, seeing the tension in his muscles.
    Tight. Lean.
    The crop landed at the hollow of his neck and started southward, sliding along tight abdominal muscles. No tattoos.
    She flicked the edge of the crop at his navel, studying the light black hair forming a natural road south and drawing her eyes down.
    His cock bobbed with what she knew to be a combination of desire and fear.
    Jen clucked her tongue in disapproval. “You’ve done this enough times to get it right. I believe that mistake warrants five strokes. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
    He did so without comment, displaying even more fine tight muscles as his legs and ass tightened in anticipation of his punishment.
    Jen poked his ribs with the edge of her crop as she walked by. “You’re in rather fine shape for a man your age.”
    The answering grunt told her she’d hit a sore spot.
    Not on his skin.
    “Hmm?” The riding crop went up under his chin to get his attention. “That sounded like you had something to say.”
    Nathan stayed silent.
    “Speak up. I want to hear your thoughts.” She was genuinely curious as to what she’d said that had triggered his minor revolt.
    “I’m not that old. Mistress.” He said the last word like a curse, his grumpiness showing. “Maybe five, seven years older than you. Still got a lot of years left in the tank.”
    “Stand up.” She locked eyes with him as he rose, not letting him look away. “How old do you think I am?”
    Shit.
    Nathan swallowed, realizing he’d stepped in it big time. One of the first things he’d learned from his late father was when it came to women never, ever discuss their age.
    He’d put his foot into it with his ego leading the way. It was the way she’d spoken about his age.
    He was only in his early thirties. Hardly over the hill, and he knew he was still damned attractive. He’d seen the women glancing at him, weighing him up.
    Except right now, the only woman who mattered was waiting for an answer.
    No matter what he guessed, he’d be in trouble.
    He looked directly at her, enjoying the opportunity to stare at her openly and without chance of punishment.
    His cop side kicked in, documenting every slip of information he could gather to form a