Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

as you’re not in trouble, I can respect that. If I discover otherwise, I will make your life my business.”

Her eyes flashed with anger, but she held her tongue, he assumed in favor of finishing this scene.

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Closing her eyes, Lisa set her worry over that vow aside and braced for the slice of prickly pain as Master Shawn lifted his arm. If he hadn’t moved so close to her, so fast, allowed her to lean against that rock-hard body and look into the concern in those pewter eyes, she would have demanded her release and run away from the shocking revelation of his presence. She wasn’t prepared to see him in this club, his eyes hot on her bare breasts, his broad shoulders rigid with the same disbelief that had clouded her thinking, or for the comforting security of his unbreakable hold.

She cried out with the hot sting of leather hitting her breast, the lovely burn it left behind making a beeline straight down to her pussy. The sudden, startling return of her response shook her, adding to her confusion over her conflicting feelings toward a man she barely knew. As much as she welcomed the slow build-up of arousal his takeover of this scene initiated, it didn’t bode well for her to keep her distance from either Master Shawn or Deputy Sheriff McDuff. She was still working her way through the hurt his lack of memory produced, an unexpected emotion he didn’t deserve the blame for.

Gathering all her wayward, unexplainable thoughts together, she shoved them aside, determined to hold onto the pleasant euphoria slowly taking over her senses, just like she remembered before coldness had seeped in to take over. Master Shawn treated her other breast to a searing stroke, her sheath spasming in quick response to the pain.

“I prefer your eyes open and on me, Lisa.”

Unable to help herself, she obeyed, even though she was more comfortable with her shields in place. She should have remembered that was almost impossible in private clubs such as this, and in front of such astute Doms.

“Better. Since you’re cooperating nicely, I’ll give you permission to close them again as long as you show me those pretty green eyes the second I insist.”

Right now, with her body vibrating as close to normal for her as she could recall, she’d agree to anything. With a nod, she lowered her lids, his deep, commanding voice washing through her with his growled reprimand.

“Verbal answers, Lisa.”

“Yes, sir.” She thrilled to his willingness to alter strictness with leniency as he saw fit, even if she found his accuracy in reading her bothersome.

Stars lit up the blackness behind her closed eyes as fiery pain engulfed her right nipple with the next strike. His accurate aim had centered on the tender bud and left it throbbing in tune with the pulsations rippling along her vaginal walls. The low murmur of nearby voices fell away as she arched forward for the next blow, turning her torso just enough to entice a similar aim toward her other nipple.

Master Shawn didn’t leave her aching, treating that tip to the same blistering heat as she quaked in the restraints, praying for the one strike that would free her from months of disappointments.

“Tell me,” he whispered seductively close to her ear, “have you ever climaxed from breast play?”

His warm breath in her ear upped her arousal another notch, along with the light brush of a calloused finger over one tormented nipple. “No, sir.” Her heart sank at that admission and the odds of achieving the bliss of a mind-enveloping orgasm tonight despite the dampness coating her thong.

“Let’s see what I can do about that, shall we?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she heard the flogger drop as he dipped his head to draw a turgid tip into his hot, suckling mouth. Lisa cried out at the strong pull on her sore nipple, and the sparks of pleasure the enhanced discomfort produced. She swayed closer to his bristled face, keeping her eyes sealed. The scrape of his whiskered cheek and jaw against her sensitive flesh added to the burning need throbbing between her legs, an ache she kept praying would burst into a wildfire.

Master Shawn took his time gnawing, sucking, and licking her nipple, one second intensifying the lingering pain, the next soothing it. One hand held her breast up for his mouth, the other reaching under her skirt to palm her bare buttock. The press of his long fingers into her soft flesh, so close to her aching, empty pussy, made her quiver with a longing she dared not succumb to at this point, not with the secret of who she was standing between them.

“Sir, please,” she pled on a groan, hoping the tiny fluctuations starting in her pussy would continue toward an orgasm.

“Please what?” he asked, releasing her nipple and sliding to the other side. “Torment you some more? Okay.”

To Lisa’s astonishment, all it took to topple her over that climatic edge was the tight clamp of his mouth around her other nipple coinciding with the deep kneading of her buttock he initiated. Basking in the pain-induced, unexpected pop of pleasure, she flung her head back and sobbed with the release of pressure even though it was still less than what she’d achieved before she shut down. She didn’t know how long she basked in her breakthrough and the ripples of warm undulations spreading up her core and through her straining body before her head cleared enough to realize he’d returned his hands to cup her skull and his insistent voice registered.

“Open your eyes, Lisa.”

Remembering his instructions, she blinked until his tanned face came into focus, shivering from the cool air drying her still-quivering, perspiration-damp body. “S-sorry, I…” She blew out a breath and opened her mouth to start again, but he stopped her with a quick, somewhat