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“Let me hear your safe word, pet.”
Scarlett flinched as she felt the slapper running torturously down her throat, down her cleavage. It hovered above her left breast, brushing against her n****e.
“Well?” Cattleya pressed, arching an eyebrow, elegantly twirling the riding crop, lightly smacking her.
Scarlett gasped, “Raspberry, Mistress!”
She saw the small smile twitching on the corner of the heiress’ lips, “Mmh… I like it. It’s very pleasing to the ear.” She then ordered, on a more serious tone, pointing towards a space on the floor, “Get on all fours.”
Scarlett sighed, suddenly missing the comfort of the mattress. She crawled there, staying in that position, shivering when she felt the heiress moving closer to her. The slapper suddenly touched the back of her neck.
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