I blushed at his words, shame warring with arousal. How could my body react this way, craving his touch even as my mind screamed that this was wrong?
His hand came down on my most p***y with a sharp smack, the pain exploding through me like fireworks. I cried out, my body jerking against the cold steel of the cuffs. But as quickly as the pain came, it morphed into something else entirely - a rush of pleasure so intense it stole my breath away.
My hips bucked forward of their own accord, seeking more of that forbidden sensation. What was happening to me? How could something so wrong feel so undeniably right?
I shouldn't be feeling this way, not for my step-uncle. It was so forbidden, so taboo. But even as my mind screamed at me to stop this madness, my body betrayed me, craving his touch
