The Baby (The Boss #5) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
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“Do you know what this is for, Chloe?” Emir asked, coming so close I could smell the spice of the root, which shined wetly.

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry in fear and anticipation. Neil and I had talked about this particular act, but never actually done it. It had been one of those “maybe sometime” things that neither of us had been so interested in that we’d absolutely had to do it. I’d never explicitly ruled it out.

“And is this…green?” Emir smirked as I nodded. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across my cheek, whispering, “This will burn.”

It was a good thing the frame could bear my weight, because my knees went weak.

Emir moved behind me, continuing, “There’s a notch in it, so it won’t slip too far inside.” The peeled root touched my skin. He pushed the tip between my cheeks, found my hole and, without any further preparation, shoved it in. Though the plug had already loosened me up, the ginger wasn’t lubed—that would have defeated its ultimate purpose—and the sudden force made me shout.

“There,” he said, satisfied with his work. “Leif? I believe you were about to give me a lesson?”

“One moment,” Neil said, as though he’d just remembered something. I saw the black satin only just before the sash covered my eyes. He was so practiced at tying the knot he didn’t even get my hair caught in it. “You can gag your sub, as well, but how are you going to learn if you can’t get their feedback?”

Was Emir going to cane me? We hadn’t discussed that, and, like the slapping, I wasn’t sure I was okay with it. But, as always, Sir seemed capable of reading my mind.

“I’ll be the only one delivering the strokes, Chloe,” he said, briefly dropping the sadistic tone. “Emir truly is learning tonight. You’ll receive eight. How would you like them?”

“Hard.” I gritted my teeth around the word—both from fear of what would come and the ginger that had subtly begun to sting me inside. I knew how hard Neil could hit, and the cane was serious business. In a scene, my mouth almost always wrote checks my butt couldn’t cash.

My literal butt.

“All right,” he agreed.

I heard the swoosh of the cane through the air, and my body tensed, a cry of distress choking me. The blow never came, and Emir chuckled. The ginger burned hotter now that I’d clenched on it.

“Anticipation is key in all spankings, as I’m sure you already know. But the cane—” Another swish interrupted Neil’s words, and my belly tightened, though I knew I was only making the ginger predicament worse. “—makes such an evil sound. Just listen.”

This time, the noise of the rattan slicing through the air didn’t startle me, and that was a mistake. The blow landed across my buttocks. I wasn’t ready for it, and I yelped in surprise. A hard strike from a cane feels like someone cutting you with a knife; Neil usually broke the skin when I specified “hard”. What might split my skin the width of a paper cut felt like a sword slicing through muscle and bone.

The ginger in my ass really burned now, intensified by the way I’d clenched in the aftermath of the strike. It melded with the lingering pain of the stripe across my cheeks, and tears rose to my eyes.

“Now there,” Sir said, and I hissed at the touch of his finger against the blazing welt. “You’re going to want most of your strikes to land in this area. Never above, and never on the back.”

Another cutting blow slapped me just below the other welt, close enough to refresh the pain of the first. I shouted again. Sweat stood out on my skin. Without the shackles holding me up, I would have fallen over.

“I would suggest that, the first few times you try this, you have your sub bent over. It will help prevent a misplaced strike,” Sir went on. The calm, measured way he gave instructions made my whole body tingle. I was just an object, a tool being used by them.

“If your sub isn’t gagged, you can ask them to request the next stroke.” Sir gave me a light tap with the cane. “Chloe. Ask me for the next one.”

I whimpered. A trickle of sweat leaked down my face from my hair. I wanted the pain. I needed it to get me to that floaty, distant headspace I craved. But I couldn’t pull the trigger, so to speak.

Neil walked slowly around me. I listened to every whisper of his footsteps on the marble floor. He stood close; I could almost feel his heartbeat in the disruption of the air between us. Every one of my cells was hyper-aware of him. I almost forgot Emir was there. That was the strength of my bond with Neil. I could forget the whole world existed beyond the pain he inflicted on me, and the pleasure that followed.


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