Isabella’s POV
I held my breath, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. What would I feel as he used those tools--disgust or something deeper?
Spanks were familiar ground; I could endure those. However, the cold, clinical tools most masters preferred always left me feeling hollow and tainted, as though I were debasing myself.
What truly ignited me was the sensation of a strong, warm hand connecting with my buttocks
A touch imbued with authority and closeness.
The tools were cold. Finger insertion? I liked finger insertion sometimes.
I enjoy so many aspects of this.
After a prolonged silence, which was basically me struggling with my thoughts and the building c****x bubbling in my core.
Mr. L sent another message.
Mr L: Feeling overwhelmed, aren’t you?
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