‘What are you waiting for?’ Marcus demanded.
‘It’s going to hurt me. It’s very tight,’ she said.
‘So?’
She looked at him imploringly. Still she hesitated. Marcus went to one of the drawers at the side of the room and took out a riding crop. Standing behind her, he lashed the crop against her buttocks. Roxanna gave a cry and stumbled forward.
‘Ah,’ she cried. ‘Oh, it hurts.’
She forced herself over the knot, which dragged painfully across her c**t. When she stumbled she instinctively tried to bring her arms forward, which pinched her n*****s hard.
‘Faster,’ Marcus said. He flicked the crop against her bottom again. Roxanna wasn’t sure if it hurt less to try and get over the knots quickly or whether a more careful approach minimised the pain. This time she inched slowly over, but it s
