Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts)
Edlyn Blessingi can't sleep until i feel your touchupon her lips
A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her.
“You don’t beg yet,” he said. “You earn it.”
She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration.
He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive. So eager.”
Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.