He escalated gradually, introducing the whip next, it was a thin leather crop that whistled through the air. The first strike landed on my ass, a sharp crack that made me cry out. Red welts bloomed, but he followed with the vibrator again, circling my entrance before sliding it inside.
“Feel how they blend,” he said, thrusting the toy deep while cropping my thighs lightly. Each snap heightened the vibrations, turning sting into throb, throb into need. I was panting, begging incoherently, my body was like a live wire of sensation.
Hot wax came after, to test my threshold for sustained burn. Marcus lit a candle, tilting it over my back as I lay restrained on my stomach. The first drops hit like liquid fire, hardening quickly on my skin. I arched, gasping, but he held me down, dripping mor
