Alisa
At first, I fight against the darkness. It’s complete. Like the times Tanya would shove me into the broom closet or down the stairs into the basement.
But then the first strike lands across my breasts. I gasp and press my back tightly against the wall - only to realise it didn’t hurt. It was a surprise. A little bit of a shock. But there’s no pain. Just warmth.
“Count,” Derrick growls, his voice low, menacing.
It sends a ripple of delight down my spine, where the lust gathers and buzzes like a low, electric hum.
“One.” My voice trembles a little, but it’s not nerves anymore. I’m all in now, and I’m enjoying it.
He’s as precise with the flogger as he was with his hands. The next strike falls, the straps softly folding around my body, encasing me in warmth.
“Two.”
My senses
