(Annabel POV)
"Do you want to be f****d or whipped?" he demanded.
I was panting and I had to will my lust-addled brain to focus. "I want both," I whimpered. "I want you to whip me, hard, and then f**k me harder."
I was so into everything he was doing and I wanted more of it, but I also wanted the intimacy of a s****l connection. In that decadent moment, I needed both from him. He'd been playing with my mind all evening, and I wanted to give it back to him, just a little.
"You've been going easy on me, I want you to make me feel it."
He grinned. "Spoken like a true pain slut." A shifty little smile broke over his lips. "If you think I've been going easy on you, we'll see how much you can take."
I smiled back at him in the mirror. "Do your worst daddy."
He backed away and started the
