“Dance now, harlot, dance for me now the way you danced for your lover.”
She stood stock still, crying silently. Seeing the wicked thing in his hand, she closed her eyes.
“Dance,” he barked as he swished the whip through the air and landed the half-dozen lengths of leather across her rouged cunt.
Her eyes shot open.
“Dance now.”
There was a tempest between waist and thighs. A place where the heat in her was so hot and angry that she couldn’t refuse the command. The whip seemed to create an encore of music in her crotch that for the moment had fallen silent.
She moved to her tiptoes letting the gyrations take over naturally, letting Edwina back in her body, in command of her spasming crotch. Each sensuous thrust of pubis and belly brought an irate s***h of the whip to those seductive
