Elysia's breath hitched with my question, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving the crop.
I brought it down lightly against her skin, and she gasped. The sound was intoxicating, and I knew she was ready for more.
I trailed it down her body, teasing her n*****s until they stood at attention, then brought it down in a swift arc across her breasts.
The sound of the impact was muffled by her cry of pleasure, and I knew that we had crossed a threshold.
Her breathing grew ragged as I continued to tease and torment her with the crop, leaving a trail of red welts across her body.
Her skin was like a canvas, and I painted upon it with every stroke, and when she could take no more, I leaned down and licked the sting away---her taste salty and sweet on my tongue.
Her legs quivered as I spread
