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

final opinion.
    Very few crow’s feet around her eyes.
    No visible gray roots at her hairline.
    No obvious body surgery.
    He was going to pay for this slip of the tongue no matter what he said.
    “I’d say early twenties. No more than twenty-five.”
    The answering smirk both warmed his heart and cranked up his arousal another notch.
    “Aren’t you a sweetheart.” The crop drew up the inside of his thighs again and pressed against his balls, making him flinch. “That’ll do for twenty strokes. Plus the original five for screwing up the positions. Bend over.”
    He frowned in disbelief. “Higher?”
    I couldn’t have been that far off.
    She shook her head.
    “Lower?”
    She shook her head.
    “But—” He realized his mistake too late.
    There was no right answer.
    He hid his grin as he bent over and prepared to receive his punishment.
    Never underestimate a woman.
    Especially one in leather and lace.
    * * * * *
    He’d taken the strokes without comment, not moving as the riding crop left nasty welts across his bare ass.
    Jen hadn’t held back. Between his impertinence at asking if she was fine and his smirk when he’d realized there was no right answer to her question, she had enough to punish him for.
    And he enjoyed it.
    He hid his smile well, but when she ordered him to the flogging post, she’d seen a hint of a grin telling her he’d savored every single flick of the crop.
    The muffled sigh of enjoyment when she’d wrapped the leather cuffs around his wrists hadn’t gone unnoticed, along with his obvious arousal as she spread his legs out, displaying his bare back and ass for easy access.
    Nathan flinched as she worked his back over with the lightest flogger in her collection, using the thick deer-hide strands to warm him up.
    He was soaked with sweat but glowed as she continued on, crisscrossing his back and ass with rhythmic strokes.
    She’d moved from the light to the heavy floggers, keeping a careful eye on the red hashtags rising on his bare skin. Short breaks brought both pleasure and pain to Nathan, allowing his skin to react to the exercise and for his arousal to rise and wane.
    There was a certain skill needed to bring a man up to the peak and leave him there, poised on the edge of orgasm.
    Jen prided herself on being somewhat of an expert, having dealt with Nathan long enough to know how to make him surf the waves, never quite cresting.
    His hips bucked against the varnished wood. It glistened with pre-ejaculate, telling her she was doing the right thing at the right time.
    She knew her Nathan well.
    He knew she’d push him right to the edge.
    Jen leaned forward as he gasped, trying to catch his breath as she paused. There was always the chance he was going to safe-word out and she’d miscalculated—
    “Thank you, Mistress.” The soft whisper punched through her barriers with an astonishing emotional burst.
    She blinked away tears.
    What—
    The soft chime snapped her out of her introspection, signaling time was limited and she needed to slowly bring him back down.
    * * * * *
    Nathan flinched as he shifted position on the couch, his ass aching and sore. His shoulders burned, and he knew he’d see marks there for a day or two, the scarlet stripes hidden under his uniform shirt.
    He felt fantastic.
    His internal clock told him it was near the end of his session and he was coming down from his self-induced high, the endorphins slowly draining out of his system as they sat together on the sofa, both recovering.
    Except it wasn’t the same this time.
    Nathan eyed Danielle, afraid of how to approach the next topic. He’d dealt with angry drug dealers, enraged pimps and mile-high addicts. He’d stared down wild-eyed men prepared to shoot it out over a handful of dollars.
    Now he had to figure out how to ask a simple question.
    He’d never been so nervous in his entire life.
    “What is it?” Danielle tugged playfully at his hair. “You look—” She paused. “Are you okay? Is there