Oliver groaned low in his throat as the whip Sana held stroked over his skin teasingly. His shoulders tensed, relaxed and he felt euphoric at the promise of the pain she could inflict with the object in her hand if she wanted to.
The room was red-themed, and different s****l gadgets were stationed at different corners of the room which made his heart skip in his chest as he imagined how it would feel when Sana got to using them on him. Would she gag him to keep his voice muffled, or hog tie him so tight that he wouldn't be able to feel his blood circulating. The thought caused a shudder to ripple over his skin and he shook his head, choosing rather to savor the moment he was in. Sana had taken care of everything, from booking the space for their session and making sure that he was comfort
