In one brutal movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach. I gasped from the sudden movement, and he gripped my hips firmly from behind as he forced me onto my knees so that I was on all fours on the bed. A shudder ran down my spine, thinking of the view he has on me right now, in my black lace lingerie bent over like this.
"f**k," he hissed in a feral growl. “Keep that ass up and don’t move,”
I did as he said in fear of what was to come when I felt him run the crop along my spine. I wanted to beg him to get it over with but he enjoyed taking his time with me. And the wait was agonizing and somehow addictive.
"Since you're still delicate from last night I won't be too rough with you.. with this whip at least,"
On the heel of the thought, the sound of the crop hitting aga
