Page 275 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“I can be still,” I swore, even though I wasn’t quite so confident.

“Good. Don’t disappoint me, Shelby. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better, and I’d hate to have this scene end prematurely before I can find out everything.”

“I won’t let you down, Easton.”

“Let’s hope not,” he said, then I heard the heavy sound of his booted feet as he walked away from me.

I had never had a whip used on me, and I didn’t know when he planned to introduce it. At least, I didn’t until I heard him pick up something. A slight whistling noise pierced the air moments before a streak of fire spread across my ass.

“Fuck,” I whispered, all while hoping he wouldn’t hear me.

Fifteen

EASTON

I delivered the first strike simply to study her reaction. It’d been a lighter and less intense strike than I’d usually give which she took well considering this was her first time experiencing a whip. After appraising her for a few more seconds, I circled my way around her, ignoring the voice in my head telling me that this was the wrong way to get the information I needed. Having always done everything by the book my entire life, even during times when I’d wanted to do something different, this was my chance to be my own man.

Still, that nagging voice in my head wouldn’t go silent. Ignoring it completely, I looked over at the submissive again. She presented herself so beautifully to me that it made all the wrong things seem very right. Shelby was nervous, though. To be honest, I was feeling the same way, too. If Bob’s suspicions were proven right over my own, I’d be forced to help lock away a woman I’d grown to care deeply about in such a short amount of time. A woman I couldn’t go more than a few hours without thinking about. And even worse, a woman who could finally bring me to my knees, only in a way unlike those friends of mine that I knew.

“Easton,” she murmured as the seconds ticked by and I didn’t move to touch her in any way, much less speak to her.

“We’re about to start, Shelby. Remember your safeword. You very well might need it.”

She shivered as I took a deep breath. If she couldn’t or wouldn’t answer my questions, I’d be forced to step aside in the name of law and order. This could be the very last time I saw every inch of her perfect flesh... the last time I made her cry, whimper, and scream... and the final time I’d bring us both to a pleasure we’d only experience with one another.

I moved back behind her once more ignoring the moment or two of doubt creeping into my head. Needing to proceed, I snapped the whip a few times to dispel the nagging voice.

“I can’t even count the number of times I’ve made you come over these weeks we’ve been together. All I know is that you’ll never come the way I’m going to make you come tonight, Shelby.”

I cracked my knuckles and straightened my form, then I sent the tail of the whip towards her skin. The moment she yelped, I knew I hit my mark. Not allowing her time to acclimate to the pain, I sent the tail flying in rapid succession as I kissed her delicate flesh with it a few more times. She cried out, but other than the occasional sway, she even held herself upright. Those cries soon turned to moans as subspace started to set in. It was the place I needed her to be, and one I wished could’ve been for a different reason.

“Have you missed me, Shelby?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she moaned, then whimpered as I struck her again, this time getting her upper thigh.

“What have you been doing without me all of this time?” I asked, then sent the whip toward her other thigh, relishing in the sounds she made as the tail wrapped around it.

“W-Working,” she quickly threw out there.

“What kind of work do you do, Shelby?”

I moved higher, this time striking her upper hip with the tail. She hissed but replied. “S-Spa.”

She’d been so proud of Oasis, and I knew about it from all of our previous conversations which was why I doubted she’d risk the place she loved so much for a few quick drug dollars. Besides, the clientele was very different.

“Is that the only work you do?”

“Yes.”

“What have you been doing when not working?”

“Entertaining a house guest,” she responded.

These were all things I knew already. I wasn’t sure whether I expected her to just blurt out that she was dealing in drugs, but if so, she wasn’t doing it. I rained blows upon her skin a few more times, each time going higher until I reached her breasts. Fuck! I wanted to hold them in my hand as I ravished their hardened peaks. I didn’t want to be playing this game of twenty questions, yet here I was.

“What have you and your house guest been doing?”

I kissed her nipple with the tip and she screamed, the loud piercing wail going straight to my dick. This wasn’t the conversation I wanted to have with her, but my cock gave no fucks. It was as hard for her tonight as it’d been any other one with her, and even harder than those nights without her. I needed to be inside of her soon.

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