Chapter Eighty-Four
Owen pulled his hand away from her and she heard him undo his belt. The belt buckle’s soft metallic clink echoed in the hushed room, the sound amplifying Abby’s anticipation. She could feel her body responding to it, a sharp intake of breath escaping from her lips. Her pulse quickened as she waited for the swat she knew was coming. Eli’s stare bore into her, adding to the thrill of it all.
The sharp crack against the curve of her bottom made her gasp and jolt forward. She didn’t have time to process it, to think about what was happening. Owen rained blow upon blow across her smooth flesh.
Alternating soft blows with hard ones until arousal slicked down her thighs. Her head was tipping forward and she was leaning back into each strike, eager for more. She moaned, lost
