Spicy Hot
The pain is sharp, precise, but even worse is the way Isadora follows it with a caress, her nails tracing the burning furrow on my skin, as if to soothe what she has just inflicted.
“You’re already trembling,” she notes, amused. It's barely started. I grit my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but my body betrays me. My skin tingles, hypersensitive, and between my thighs, a shameful heat begins to pulse, betraying the excitement that mixes with the pain.