I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe.
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His hand marked her sharply against her ass and Arabella screamed.
"Do you like it," Alastair mumbled softly and Arabella nodded. She couldn't even form a word, not at all. She was lost in the stinging sensation of his palm against her butt.
Of course, she loved it. He spanked her again, and she screamed as the burn of his hand made her pus*y clench and she felt the hotness dripping down her thighs, wet and sticky.
She bit her lips as his hand sneaked inside her T-shirt and gently circled her breast.
"Don't be a bad girl, Ara," he growled in her ear, and she knew he was not joking now. He was warning her, and strangely enough, she wanted to oblige him. She had never particularly been the obedient typ
