Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
It doesn’t matter that Isabella Morales is lust and sin wrapped up in a bow. I’m gonna break this woman if it kills me.
I must.
So far, she’s responded favorably to being manhandled, so that’s likely not going to work. Still, it can’t hurt to try.
She’s suspended with her arms up above her head, giving me a stunning view of her slender but sculpted back and tight, round ass that I want to lick and bite and fuck until she screams. Toned, tanned legs curved with feminine lure. And that’s just the back view.
Fuck.
I’ve found no evidence of anything on her, not so much as a tracking device. It really does bemuse me. I can’t believe the LSD would allow a woman of her stature and beauty out of their sight. Surely, someone will come looking for her at any moment.
Won’t they?
But no. No tracking on her phone. Nothing on her person. And even though Isabella schools her features well, she didn’t hide the flicker of pain that crossed her face when Aleks said something about her family not knowing or caring where she was.
She’s an independent woman, but there are holes in her armor… I mean to take full advantage.
Just for good measure, I do one more sweep with the tool Aleks left for me, but she’s hiding nothing.
Now that that’s over with, I get to move on to bigger and better things. First, I’ll try physical intimidation. It’s the easiest method, and something tells me she might like it.
I circle her, taking everything in. The hardened nipples and the way she bites her lip when I breathe on her. I cup her ass, my large palm holding her in place. I watch as she swallows, and her pupils dilate.
It’s so easy getting her excited. If only it were this easy to get information from her.
Maybe she truly doesn’t have anything to tell me, but I doubt that.
What’s her weakness? How will I break her?
I step behind her and slowly reach for the buckle of my belt. I remember the look of it tucked between her teeth as I unfasten it and pull it slowly through the loops.
I wonder if she’s ever been whipped. If I were going to give her a spanking, I’d use my hand. But I’m not here to turn her on, or me, for that matter.
I wonder if it will make her talk or arouse her? Maybe it’ll piss her off. Maybe both.
I’m already hard as fuck by the time the leather’s through the loops. I make sure to take my time, so she hears the sound of the belt unbuckling and the whir of it being pulled completely off.
I loop it and fist the buckle.
“Let’s go, Isabella. Let’s hear what you have to tell me.”
She tries to look over her shoulder as if to make sure her senses haven’t betrayed her.
“I told you. No one knows I’m here. I have no more information to tell you.”
I don’t know if she’ll ever actually tell me the truth. She lies as easily as she breathes. I suppose it’s part of her charm.
It’s go time.
The first strike snaps against her ass, a measured, deliberate stroke. Though she comes up on her toes, she barely makes a sound. The sight of the red stripe across her ass makes me hard as fuck.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask, bringing my hand back before I lash her again. I lay down two, three, four hard slaps across her ass until the skin is striped a red-hot pink, but she only shakes her head and wiggles her butt.
“I told you,” she says in a singsong voice. “And whipping me is only going to turn me on, not get more information.” She sticks her butt back out. “So go ahead. Give me all you’ve got. Please tell me you’re just warming me up, and you’ve got more than that.”
Saucy little bitch.
I won’t let her bait me, but I won’t let her shame me, either. I snap the belt again and again, still careful not to hit too hard, even as a little voice inside my head asks me why?
Why am I afraid to break skin? To really, truly hurt her? I need answers, and I fucking need them now.
The next lash makes her cry out. I open my hand, let the belt’s tail loose, and snap it again. She flinches but still only wriggles in her restraints and taunts me. “Now that’s what I’m looking for. There you go. If you’re trying to turn me on, you’re doing an excellent job.” The low purr of her laugh makes me smash my teeth together before I slap the belt across her ass, the hardest strike I’ve given her yet. It satisfies me to see the raised welt of the leather. To hear her cry of pain.