“Tell me why you lied to me, treasure,” I whisper at the shell of her ear, my lips barely touching her sensitive skin. I barely maintain my control and gently knead her ass, soothing the pulsing pain I know she’s feeling. I watch as her pussy clenches around nothing, making my dick that much harder. The paddle whips through the air and smacks her lush ass, leaving a bright red mark as she gasps, her hands gripping the binds at her wrists. She needs to heal, and I know just how to help her. She should, but she hasn’t realized it yet. She doesn’t know this is for her own good. Her body tenses and her lips part, spilling a soft moan. They trail up the curve of her ass, and her shoulders rise as she sucks in a breath. The wooden paddle gently grazes along her skin, leaving goosebumps down her thigh in its wake. She knows to wait for me obediently, and what’s more, she enjoys it. She knows now not to move, not to struggle.
I’ve left her like this deliberately, in this specific position. Her pale, milky skin is on full display as she waits for me. The sight of her bound and waiting for me is so tempting. With her blindfold on and her wrists and ankles tied to the bed while she lies on her belly, she’s at my complete mercy, and she knows it.
Her breathing picks up as she realizes I’ve come back for her. My eyes are on Dahlia, watching her every movement. I slowly pace the room, letting the sound of my shoes clacking against the floor startle her. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Copyright © 2020 by Lauren Landish & Willow Winters
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