When their uniforms come off…
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“Keep hold,” he said sternly. “Letting go will not bode well for you.”
I gripped tighter, worrying that if my skin dampened with sweat, I’d slip.
He struck me again, another layer of heat over the first. I groaned, enjoying the sensation but still wary of it. Jonathan could deliver much harsher strikes if he decided to. Another thwack, and another. Now I didn’t have to think about letting my thoughts go—they were just a wisp of dust in my memory. The delicious discomfort building on my ass cheeks was seeping to my pussy and my internal muscles were clenching and releasing, my clit pulsing gently.
“You pink up nicely,” he said, stepping close so his small patch of chest hair brushed against my skin. “And such a sweet ass.” He rubbed his work-roughened hands over my buttocks. “Is it making you wet?”
“Yes, I think so.” I still had my eyes closed and my head tipped back. “Please...”
“What do you want?”
He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll get me.”
The flogger was on my front now. He trailed it from my right shoulder, over my throat, to my left. Each frond created a trail of anticipation. “Hold on,” he murmured.
A sharp slap covered both of my breasts. I hadn’t been expecting that and cried out. Each nipple had taken a direct hit.
“You’re mine to do with as I wish, remember,” he said, his voice low and with a decidedly dirty edge to it. “So keep still and be prepared for anything.”