Avery couldn’t get the shaking of her body under control. The mixture of pain, cold, and arousal messed with her thinking. She could feel Dragon’s breath tickling her at the nape of neck. At the same time, her mind registered the warm stream of blood running down from her back to her feet. She tried hard to keep her mind distracted, focused only on the strongest thing in her body, which was now pain, to ignore the growing sensation which she refused to acknowledge. Dagon waited. Only a few minutes ago, the whip landed on her back, so the d**g didn’t have time to fully dominate her body and mind, but he knew it was pouring into her system with each passing second. Just a little more, before she won’t be able to hold back.
He cupped her breast, fondling it, before he sent his other hand dow
