"I cannot move. I am naked and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed. Reaching forward, he trails the tip of the crop from my forehead down the length of my nose, so I can smell the leather, and over my parted, panting lips.
He pushes the tip into my mouth so I can taste the smooth, rich leather.
"Suck," he commands his voice soft. My mouth closes over the tip as I obey.
"Enough," he snaps."

Nov 29th, 2022