Chapter Eleven
The next day Roxanna sent Marcus another picture of her bottom. It wasn’t quite so bruised this time, but the marks of the cane were more defined. He thought he’d done a good job, balancing the marking equally on each side.
The day after that, there was another picture. It showed her right n****e, fully erect. She had painted it with scarlet lipstick, the areola too, sharply defined. The moment he saw it his c**k twitched. He wanted to suck the n****e, to take it between his teeth and bite it hard. Then she sent another picture, this time of the left n****e. She had tied a piece of string around it, and the other end was attached to something out of view, stretching the n****e, pulling the breast outward and upward, a reminder of what he had done to her on her last visit.
