Westmore Obsession
I began to tremble, my chest hitching violently as he flipped me back over onto my
stomach, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
"Start counting, Lilybug," he rasped into my ear, his hand hovering right above my heat.
I clenched my jaw shut. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I squeezed my eyes
closed, burying my face deep into the duvet, locking my throat tight.
Crack.
The first strike rained down, white hot and sharp, radiating instantly across my sore
skin. A muffled gasp tore from my throat, but I forced my lips to stay sealed. The quiet
in the room stretched, agonizing and suffocating, as I waited for the next blow. He didn't
speak. He just let the silence bleed through the room while his heavy, warm palm
rested over my raw skin, letti
