HIS POV
Her chest rose and fell fast, sweat glistening between her breasts. I let go of her jaw and stepped back, just enough to let my eyes drag over her trembling body. She was flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
For a heartbeat she didn’t move, caught between defiance and desperate need.
“Now.” My voice cracked like a whip.
She obeyed, spinning to face the pillar, her shackled wrist twisting above her head. Her ass arched out perfectly, curves begging for my hand.
I didn’t disappoint.
Crack.
My palm landed on her cheek hard, the sound echoing. She gasped, body jolting.
Another slap, harder this time. The red mark bloomed instantly across her soft skin. She moaned—low, broken—caught between pain and pleasure.
“You take it well,” I growled, kneadin
