Blyss
My mind was quiet as I got ready to feel the whip across my back. Troy leaned in close, his breath was hot on my neck. “What is our safe word, Sub?”
“Cherry.”
“Good girl. I’m going to use this whip on you now. Or I might only brandish it around your body.”
“Please, Master …”
“Be quiet!” His tone was strict; his body went rigid behind mine. “I will do with you as I please. No more back talk out of you.”
I nodded and felt let down—depressed about the fact that he wasn’t going to do to me what I wanted. My body had been on fire for him to take me sexually. The s*x we had was far better than I thought s*x could even be. Why couldn’t he allow me to feel what he’d given others?
The same way that s*x had preoccupied my mind before he gave it to me, so was the thought of feeling him d
