chapter 8

Her voice was husky with desire. She was surprised with how okay with it she was. More than okay. The idea of Loch tying her to one of those frameworks and caressing her with the leather tendrils of a flogger...she let out a small involuntary whimper of desire as she pictured it. I'm glad I'm your first. His eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.

Me too. I trust you. I couldn't do this with anyone else, she told him, looking around the room. She suddenly realized that she recognized someone...Jax. He was stripped to the waist, revealing magnificent muscles. His partner was a beautiful redhead, naked except for a tiny g-string and a pair of spike heels. Her hands were tied together and stretched above her head, as she dangled from an overhead chain. Jax was standing back, flicking at her back with a rawhide whip that left red stripes criss- crossing her back.

With every strike of the whip, she let out an orgasmic cry.

Loch skimmed his fingers lightly over Ginger's back, and she shivered and bit her lip, her breath quickening. This way, he said.

He led her over to a wooden frame that had metal rings fixed to it at strategic places, with ropes dangling from them, and he positioned her by two of the metal rings. Then, he tied each wrist to a rope and adjusted them until her arms were stretched over her head. She was facing the wall, with no idea of what he'd do next. The anticipation made her shiver. She wanted his hands on her so badly, wanted to feel his muscular body crushing her up against him...

He grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down until it lay on the floor, puddled around her ankles. She was wearing pink lacy hipster underwear that exposed most of her generously sized rear end.

He ran his fingers slowly over the skin of her right butt cheek, fingers lovingly tracing the ivory globe. Trails of pleasure sizzled in the path of his fingers, shooting through all the nerves in her body, down to her fingertips and toes. Her pussy throbbed with need. She bit back a moan and squirmed where she stood.

You're going to count out loud for each stroke, he told her. She glanced back and realized that he was holding a paddle in his hand, and she tensed in anticipation. If you don't count, then the stroke doesn't count. Got it? His voice cracked through the air, stern and authoritative. Yes, she whimpered. Please. Do it, she thought. Yes, what?

Yes, sir. Suddenly she felt a sharp thwack on her right butt cheek, and felt mingled pleasure and pain sizzling through her body.

One! she cried out quickly.

Louder. You get nine more strokes, he said. He swung the paddle again, and she cried out, letting out a moan. Two,she cried out. He moved to a different spot and smacked the paddle onto her butt check. Three,she yelled, dancing in place.

Again, and she could feel the hot blossom of pain blooming where he'd struck, but it felt so right. Four! Still not loud enough, Ginger.

He moved the paddle again, and she gasped out loud as it struck her sensitive flesh, and glowing embers of pleasure bloomed inside her. Five!she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Ahh, that's much better. You're learning, he said. Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! she called out, loudly.

Very good, Ginger, he said in a voice grown husky with desire, and then traced his fingers over the spot he'd just struck.

He knelt down behind her and ran his tongue along her stinging flesh. Mmmmm,she moaned, not even trying to hide her pleasure any more as he caressed her heated skin with swirling strokes of his tongue. Then he stood up again, and resumed paddling her. Each strike sent lightning bolt of pleasure jolting through her body. She whimpered in pleasure, a ball of heat curling up in her abdomen. Five! She clenched her teeth. When the paddle made contact with her bottom, the pleasure shot through her entire body, and she could feel heat pooling in her abdomen, below her navel. Her nerves were alive, crackling with desire, craving the sting of the paddle. He was going to make her come. Right here, in front of everyone.

There were a crowd of men and women watching now, and she was breathing hard, gasping with pleasure.

Oddly she wasn't self-conscious. Maybe it was the way the men looked at her here, as if she were incredibly sexy and they were turned on just by looking at her.

Several more paddle strokes and she couldn't help herself. The final paddle stroke sent her over the edge. Ten!she screamed, and she felt the ball of heat explode inside her, shooting sparks throughout her body, and wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. She whimpered and shuddered as she dangled helplessly from the ropes.

Oh, oh, oh, she gasped. Her panties were absolutely soaked. When Loch untied her, she moaned with release and slumped into his arms. He held her up easily, his muscular arms wrapping around her, and she breathed in his scent, desire already rising inside her again. More. She craved more. She pressed herself against him, loving the feeling of his steel-hard muscles, the tightening of his arms. What would he do to her next? The flogger? Nipple clamps? There were so many parts of her body that he hadn't punished yet.

Put your skirt on, he commanded in a low growl. She bent down and quickly pulled her skirt back up. Her backside pulsed from the swatting she'd just received; she felt as if her skin were glowing red right through the cloth.

Suddenly she found him moving her quickly towards the door.Hey, Loch, can I play with her now? A leather-clad wolf shifter stepped up eagerly, blocking their path.

Loch replied with a growl that raised the hair on the back of Ginger's neck, and the shifter leaped back, alarmed. Loch rushed her through the front door and into the parking lot.

She stood there in the warm, humid, night air, bewildered and shaken.

What...what's wrong? she stammered.

Give me a minute. Loch staggered back several steps. He was breathing hard, his eyes were glowing amber, his ears had started to lengthen and turn pointy. She could see him struggling to regain control of himself. What is it? she pleaded. Was it something I did wrong? A man walked up to them and looked Ginger up and down. Nice, Loch. Would your new playmate like a threesome? Suddenly Loch shifted into wolf form and leaped through the air, knocking the man down and snarling and snapping at his throat. The man shifted into wolf form as well, crying out and waving his paws in the air.

Instead of backing off, Loch stayed where he was, his jaws snapping inches from the man's throat, and the man cringed, howling in fear.

My God, he's going to kill him, Ginger thought. Loch, stop! she screamed.

Loch shifted back into human form, breathing hard. I'm sorry, he groaned. I shouldn't have done that. He rushed her into the car, panting for breath and shaking. They rode in silence back to the boarding house. The whole way there, she could see him shifting between wolf and human, struggling with the wheel. The car jerked on the road and she clutched at the door in alarm, pressing herself back against the seat. When they got to the boarding house he let her out with a tortured groan. It was a mistake, he growled, burying his face in his hands, which were covered with fur, thick black claws curving out. Bringing you there. It was a mistake.