Star
The anticipation built up inside me, waiting for the painful smack of the leather, utterly confused by the touch of a feather. I felt Luc softly moving a feather over my skin.
“What the hell?” I frowned, trying to see the expression on his face, but my restraints were too tight, and he kept moving out of sight.
“Luc Blackwood. If you don’t explain yourself right now, I will …” I was about to rant when he interrupted me.
“You will what sweetheart.” He whispered in my ear, giving me goosebumps when a moan escaped. “Ah, so you don’t mind the feather then.” He teased, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Life, or at least not this kind of lifestyle, is not always about pain. It is sometimes about suspense, teasing, taunting and such things, my dear wife.”
“You do realize I am yo
