Chapter Ten
As Daphne shuddered her way through her third orgasm, she thrust my face away from her and gasped. “Enough!”
I had been kneeling there between her open thighs for perhaps an hour since she let me down from my spreadeagle position. I had been savoring the afterglow of the crop’s stinging strokes slowly fading from my bruised thighs, each separate line of pain still announcing itself, a counterpoint to the divine pressure of her boot heels against my bottom as her thighs cradled my head and her knees draped my shoulders.
My hole had not been relieved of the tormenting hook, which had been icy cold entering me, soothing the chafed flesh momentarily, until my heated core warmed it. It had been impossible to bear my whipping without moving my hips, causing the hook to twist and b
