112. Don't stop, please

Antonio

As I stood there looking at the wall that have so many objects to inflict pain, all I really wanted to do was to turn around, gather her in my arms and take her to the bed. But she wants something else. She asked for the pain I could give her, so she’ll have it. And I couldn't do what I really wanted United she begged. Tonight, I’ll make her.

I picked up a flogger with six tails and knotted beads at the ends. I caressed the leather strips, it was soft to the touch but when they'll fall on her softer flesh they’ll hurt like hell. They’ll leave behind marks as many as I wanted. I turned around to walk back to her with the flogger in my hand.

When I met her gaze, her eyes were already focused on me. With my black tie between her lips, digging into her cheeks and her wrists bound above her head while she stood there on her toes entirely nakéd, she looked helpless. Except, one look into her dark brown eyes told a different story.

She was nervous, sure. But she was also excited. Th