The Fantasy Maker
he asked.
She nodded. Of course she remembered. She had chosen it.
Rainbow.
"Do you want to use it?"
She hesitated, her jaws already working the syllables, but then she shook her head.
He moved away, again disappearing behind her. And then the pain again, across the backs of her calves, along the outside edge of her thighs. She saw flashes of white each time he hit her with it, with whatever it was. But then her nerves would tingle and there was something, almost like pleasure, that flooded through her body whenever he stopped.