Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
Jake demanded, raising the whip again.
Tears stung my eyes as I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. The whip fell again, this time across my breasts, wrapping around to sting my nipples. I screamed, my body arching involuntarily.
"Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken. "Please stop."
The whip struck my thighs, leaving angry red welts in its wake. Jake laughed, a cold, cruel sound that made my skin crawl.
He dropped the whip and grabbed the harness, forcing me to my feet. The double-ended dildo was cold and unyielding as he positioned it against my holes.