Erika
Fuck!
My ass is on fire. I've never felt anything like this before. But even so, I refuse to use my safe word. If I do, I'm afraid he'll stop. Not just the punishment—I'm ready for that to stop—but what's coming next. I need Victor inside me. I've never been more turned on in my entire life.
I wait for the next strike. How many have there been? I don't know. The cabin echoes with our breaths, my whimpers, and the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. I try to breathe, but my nose is running and my lungs won't work. There are so many sensations, but all I concentrate on is keeping my position and repeating my gratitude, even though my arms and legs are shaking.
When another strike doesn't happen, I wonder if it's over. Did I do it? Did I survive my Sir's punishment? Can I
