“One.” I let out.
The second lash lands harder, making me whimper before the count falls from my lips. The lashes that land are hard, each one harder than the last one causing a sensual sting that has my core aching with desire. When the tenth smack hits, he brushes his hand over my ass. “Are you okay baby?” He asks.
I look over my shoulder to meet his dark gaze, feeling a lot sober now. “Yes. Can I get three more?”
His eyes widen, his mouth curving into a grin bright enough to give light to all of Midnight Saints. “Anything for you princess.” He mutters.
I keep my gaze on him as he lashes his belt across my ass, the leather surely leaving marks everywhere it hits. Every strike that lands causes my core to drip with arousal, I can feel it dripping down my thighs. When he finally drops
