see. The 8-Ball. This one he settled on her belly. It wobbled with every breath and because her hips were at an angle, it listed toward her ribs. “Hold it there. Don’t let it fall. If it falls—”
“I know. I know. If it falls, there will be a punishment.”
Okay. She should have bit her tongue and just let him finish his stupid little statement, but she was too busy focusing on the stupid balls to remember not to be snarky.
This time the little flap, the one with the heart-shaped cut out, landed right on her pussy. She flew up into the air and all the balls fell.
Holt surveyed her with a small pout on his face. Then he tsked. Goddamn it. She hated it when people tsked.
“Bella, Bella, Bella. What did I say?”
She tried, very hard, not to roll her eyes. “Punishment.”
“Punishment.” He tsked again and she wanted to strangle him but she couldn’t. There was probably a punishment for that too.
He eased her back down on the table and arranged her into position. Patiently, he set the balls back in her hand, the cue ball between her knees and the 8-ball on her belly. He tapped his lips with the flap of that tiny crop, the one that didn’t feel so small when it landed.
She didn’t like the looks of that.
“One lash for each ball, Bella.”
“Wh—” She squeezed her lips shut before the screech came all the way out and her restraint seemed to placate him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes Sir.” A grumble.
“Hold tight to your balls.” S he’d like to hold tight to his… “Okay, count with me, Bella.”
“Ah!” The first lash fell. You’d think he’d warm up to it, start easy or something, but he didn’t. It landed right on her throbbing nipple. She didn’t lose any balls. But, all of a sudden, her pulse was very pronounced. In her clit. God help her if he decided to land one of those lashes there.
“Count with me, Bella.”
“One.” Through gritted teeth.
The second lash fell on her other nipple. “Two.”
He paused and she tensed, imagining where he would strike next. Please God. Please not there…
No.
On the same nipple, the right nipple—which still stung like hell. “Th-three.”
The same nipple again! God damn him, it hurt! “Four.”
She took a breath, checked her balls. Thankfully, they were all still in place, though the one between her knees was slipping a little and the 8-ball on her belly wobbled like mad.
The lash fell again—on her left nipple. Even though it sent shards of pain and warmth through her, she blew out a breath of relief. She didn’t think she could take it if—
Without warning, the little flap fell again. And directly over her throbbing clit. She hadn’t been expecting it. She hadn’t been ready. Her legs jerked and while she kept hold of the balls in her hands, the one between her knees slipped free and thudded to the floor. The 8-ball rolled off her belly onto the table as well.
“Shit.”
“You’re really not very good at this game, are you Bella?” Amusement laced his tone.
She levered up on her elbow—careful not to drop her balls. “No fair. That was six, not five.”
“Really?” Did I hear you count to five?”
She froze as his words sank in. Shit. She hadn’t. She opened her mouth to make a pithy response. He didn’t allow it.
“Besides, Bella. There’s no such thing as fair in a game like this. You need to understand that. I’m the Master, and if I think you need another lash, you get another lash. Do you understand?”
She glared at him mutinously.
His benign smile annoyed her tremendously.
“And now, let’s see. You dropped two balls. Two lashes per ball.”
“Two?” She really should learn to shut up.
He fixed her with a dark look. “Shall we make it three?”
“N-no Sir.” With a sigh she flopped back into position.
Chapter Eight
She survived the four lashes, remembering to count out each one, and she didn’t drop a single ball. Still, she remained tense when he had
“I know. I know. If it falls, there will be a punishment.”
Okay. She should have bit her tongue and just let him finish his stupid little statement, but she was too busy focusing on the stupid balls to remember not to be snarky.
This time the little flap, the one with the heart-shaped cut out, landed right on her pussy. She flew up into the air and all the balls fell.
Holt surveyed her with a small pout on his face. Then he tsked. Goddamn it. She hated it when people tsked.
“Bella, Bella, Bella. What did I say?”
She tried, very hard, not to roll her eyes. “Punishment.”
“Punishment.” He tsked again and she wanted to strangle him but she couldn’t. There was probably a punishment for that too.
He eased her back down on the table and arranged her into position. Patiently, he set the balls back in her hand, the cue ball between her knees and the 8-ball on her belly. He tapped his lips with the flap of that tiny crop, the one that didn’t feel so small when it landed.
She didn’t like the looks of that.
“One lash for each ball, Bella.”
“Wh—” She squeezed her lips shut before the screech came all the way out and her restraint seemed to placate him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes Sir.” A grumble.
“Hold tight to your balls.” S he’d like to hold tight to his… “Okay, count with me, Bella.”
“Ah!” The first lash fell. You’d think he’d warm up to it, start easy or something, but he didn’t. It landed right on her throbbing nipple. She didn’t lose any balls. But, all of a sudden, her pulse was very pronounced. In her clit. God help her if he decided to land one of those lashes there.
“Count with me, Bella.”
“One.” Through gritted teeth.
The second lash fell on her other nipple. “Two.”
He paused and she tensed, imagining where he would strike next. Please God. Please not there…
No.
On the same nipple, the right nipple—which still stung like hell. “Th-three.”
The same nipple again! God damn him, it hurt! “Four.”
She took a breath, checked her balls. Thankfully, they were all still in place, though the one between her knees was slipping a little and the 8-ball on her belly wobbled like mad.
The lash fell again—on her left nipple. Even though it sent shards of pain and warmth through her, she blew out a breath of relief. She didn’t think she could take it if—
Without warning, the little flap fell again. And directly over her throbbing clit. She hadn’t been expecting it. She hadn’t been ready. Her legs jerked and while she kept hold of the balls in her hands, the one between her knees slipped free and thudded to the floor. The 8-ball rolled off her belly onto the table as well.
“Shit.”
“You’re really not very good at this game, are you Bella?” Amusement laced his tone.
She levered up on her elbow—careful not to drop her balls. “No fair. That was six, not five.”
“Really?” Did I hear you count to five?”
She froze as his words sank in. Shit. She hadn’t. She opened her mouth to make a pithy response. He didn’t allow it.
“Besides, Bella. There’s no such thing as fair in a game like this. You need to understand that. I’m the Master, and if I think you need another lash, you get another lash. Do you understand?”
She glared at him mutinously.
His benign smile annoyed her tremendously.
“And now, let’s see. You dropped two balls. Two lashes per ball.”
“Two?” She really should learn to shut up.
He fixed her with a dark look. “Shall we make it three?”
“N-no Sir.” With a sigh she flopped back into position.
Chapter Eight
She survived the four lashes, remembering to count out each one, and she didn’t drop a single ball. Still, she remained tense when he had
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