He did not stop the whipping until each one of the clamps had been flicked off and her body experienced the anguish that followed.
When he was finished, he brought the whip to her throat and circled it around her neck. She felt the tug with some anxiousness.
“Even when you’re punished, you enjoy,” he seethed, his spirit still claimed by the dark beast inside him.
She nodded.
He tightened the whip until she was gasping for breath, then he loosened its hold and left it hanging around her neck, while he inserted his fingers in her p***y…one at first, then all the rest one by one, until she felt as if he were stuffing his entire hand inside the space. She seized up frightened and started to cry.
“Don’t be so scared, Niki. This is your husband. I’m taking what’s mine, rightfully mine, cert
