Then she lifted her chin toward the bed and he climbed on and laid flat on his stomach, spread eagled.
She cuffed him to all four posts with handcuffs that were already attached and then proceeded to sweep the whip up and down his body gently.
The screen went from pictures of them licking ice cream cones, feeding baby ducks at a pond, riding on a Ferris wheel smiling together, and then zoomed in to a live stream of his face and he was still looking at her lovingly.
Then she started to whip him.
I jolted at the sound of the crack of the whip and at the visual.
There was a look of pain on his face on the screen and at the sound of the crack and bite of the whip I started to tremble.
But as the soulful-sounding song played on and lamented about love and dreams and feelings and wicked
