THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) Read Online Free PDF Page B

breast—licking, sucking, and biting—while his hands fondled and his fingers twisted her nipples until they were so hard and sensitive they hurt-so-good. Her breathing was harsh, her lips parted, the word please desperate to escape, yet somehow she managed to remain quiet.
    “Aye, you are a stubborn one,” he said, amusement softening his tone as he finally released her breasts and lifted his head to look at her. He reached for those red and silver things he’d put on the table. “Let’s see if I can get a reaction out of you with these.”
    These were nipple clamps with a large, teardrop ruby for added pull once they were secured. He clipped the silver vices on each of her stiff nipples, the weight of the gemstone escalating the sensitivity in her nipples and creating an intensifying sensation she felt all the way down to her pussy. The slightest movement caused the rubies to sway, and the pressure blossomed into a titillating ache she could barely keep contained.
    “So fucking beautiful,” he said, stepping back so he could rake his gaze down the length of her—from the arms stretched above her head, the hair spilling over her shoulders, to her bejeweled breasts, all the way down to her throbbing sex.
    He picked up the flogger once again, stroking the strips of suede. “Are you ready for your punishment, for ignoring my order to strip and get on the bed, and running instead? Or would you rather beg for mercy?”
    The word mercy caught her attention, a safe word that had been established months ago that her pirate was giving her the option to use now. “I will not beg,” she told him, and watched his dark eyes flash with male gratification.
    “Very well.” He moved to stand behind her, lightly stroking his fingers down the slope of her spine and over her buttocks, creating goose bumps all over her skin. “You will receive twenty lashes for your disobedience. I am your Master, and you will learn to obey me.”
    His touch fell away and was replaced by the first snap of thin suede strips connecting against her exposed flesh. She gasped and arched at the bite of pain, and with each lash on her backside, her ass, her thighs, the sting became a stroke, and every affliction became a yearning for more.
    It was pure, sweet agony.
    The moans she tried so hard to keep in check finally broke free, the sensual sound shocking her with the depth of desire and need he evoked with every crack of his multi-strand whip. Her head fell forward, and she shuddered as he landed another blow that caused the suede strips to wrap around her upper thigh, and the tips of the flogger to tap across her mound in a way that made her knees go weak.
    He strolled around to stand in front of her again, continuing the delicious torment on her front-side—lashing the upper swells of her tender breasts, her belly, her legs—wielding the flogger in such a skillful way that created a delicious burning warmth to spread across her skin, and dissolve into something perfectly, breath-takingly exquisite.
    The scene was kinky, undignified, and Lord help her, she loved it .
    By the time he was done, her sex tingled. She was undeniably wet, the inside of her thighs slick with her arousal. Her clit felt swollen, throbbing, aching for a firmer, more intimate touch in order to claim the orgasm pulsing for a release. Never would she have believed being flogged would stimulate and excite her to the brink of climax, yet that’s exactly what had happened.
    Holding her gaze, Black Heart pushed two fingers between her thighs and glided them along her pussy, careful not to tip her over that precarious edge she was teetering on. “You’re drenched,” he said, smiling triumphantly. “I think you’re ready to be fucked.”
    She trembled all over at the thought of him giving her what she desperately needed. What she desperately wanted. Oh, yes, please.
    He pulled on the chain that lowered her arms back down, and he unbuckled the soft leather cuffs, releasing her