The Vampire King's Assassin Pet
I flattened my hands on the floor, breathing hard.
Oh, fuck.
“Stay still, pet. It won't hurt much, unless you wiggle about.”
Our of fear, my feet shot out wildly but he clamped a leg over my knees, locking me in a death grip. The first smack landed just below my left arse cheek — sharp and stinging, causing me to hiss in annoyance, rather than in pain. The subsequent ones landed, more forceful, the stings making my legs weak. Just like the flogging, it was a mixture of pain and arousal — balanced effortlessly. Suddenly he stopped spanking and rubbed his hand over the intense heat on my arse cheeks and the pain melted away, like morning dew, transporting me to cloud nine.
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