“Please make it hurt, Master. Make it hurt.”
Fuck. What the f**k do I do here?
“Please!” she cried out in a shrill voice and then whispered, “Hurt me.”
I was stunned.
“Drake,” my name was a prayer on her lips, “Please. I can’t… take it. Take it away.”
“How?”
She was trembling so f*****g hard and it was freaking me the f**k out.
“Please, Master!” she cried out in a shrill voice again.” The look in her eyes was gutting me. She looked frightened out of her mind.
Lisa was in the doorway with the door open. I was about to holler at her to get the f**k out but she said, “Spank her.”
I was stunned. Lisa looked to Angel.
“Felicia!” Lisa shouted and Angel went completely stiff. Lisa continued in this deeper, huskier, more authoritative voice, a voice I’d never heard from her before, “Get
