Chapter Eight
Finally, he felt in control again. If there was nothing else he could do, he could control his Lucy. His chest pressed to hers, his lips covering her lips. Moans vibrated between them. Limbs fought, fists clenched, candlelight made their skin glisten. “I am going to turn you over, my pet, and I am going to spank you and cane you and f**k you as long and as hard as I wish.”
“Yes, Master.” she rolled to her belly and lifted her bottom to him. All he bound were her wrists. His warm hand ran over her backside, touching it so softly it could barely be felt. He raked his fingernails over her tender skin, feeling the twinge of his own desire as her moans grew more frequent and she flinched with every caress of his hand.
The thin, rattan cane came out and replaced his hand. Ligh
