“You understand, I bought you because I’m a fan of caning women’s asses. When yours came up for sale, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to etch yours with a string of fiery welts.”
She instantly flinched. His cold words turned her blood to ice and everything in her chilled at the sadistic tone of his voice.
“If this is what my master wants,” she said.
“It doesn’t matter what your master wants.” He popped up from his chair. “I bought you. I own you. Your body is mine to use as I desire, and no man, even the one who sold you to me has the right to say what I can or cannot do to you tonight.” He was feeling up her ass, his fingers cold at first, then warming as her hot skin warmed them. He pushed one into her anus and she flinched, softly whimpering. Then something cold ran along her anal
