“Yes!” She heard Reza’s orgiastic tones and saw his blissful smile as he reached down, gripped her n*****s in adamantine fingers and pulled. “A lovely ride,” Reza’s voice was eerily calm, “but if it doesn’t stop I may damage these.” One small harrowing squeeze and Gina’s knees buckled beneath her. She would have fallen if she wasn’t tied upright. She fought back the scream she so wanted to disgorge.
Peter quickly passed back the whip, dismay deforming his handsome face. “I’m sorry.”
Ward smiled paternally. “Don’t worry about it.” He threw twice more, each time adding another trickling carmine trail to his gory crisscrossed creation while Gina held miserably still and Reza invaded her mouth.
Gina apprehensively watched Ward hang the whip on the wall and pick up a bottle filled with clear
