Fire licked along her skin, but the heat that suddenly enveloped her chest made her body ache in ways it never had before. A fresh flood of desire washed over her, but before she could react to it, the flogger came down again, several of the leather strands lashing out over her taut n****e.
Though Emma cried out, she forced herself to keep from writhing beneath him, refusing to give him that iota of satisfaction. “What does it matter?” she panted. “I’m here now. Isn’t that what’s important?”
Jesse’s face was flushed, and his c**k was starting to harden against her. He raked his nails over the red marks left by the whip. His teeth came next, sharp points scraping across her taut n****e and down the curve of her breast. She didn’t make a sound, but his eyes widened slightly as pleasure rol
