Broken Moans: A Compilation
I glanced over my shoulder to see him holding a soft leather flogger with wide falls.
“Ten strokes,” he announced. “For teasing me. For making me lose control. Count them.”
The first strike landed without warning across my ass with a sharp, stinging thud. It wasn’t too hard but it was hard enough to make me jolt and moan and moan at the same time. Heat bloomed across my skin. “One,” I gasped.
By the fifth stroke, my skin was warm and tingling, the pain melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made my pussy drip onto the bench. My ass was on fire but I was panting and pushing back for more.