CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The flogger cascaded down upon my back in earnest, as if making sure I wouldn’t commit the grave error of talking back to its owner.

There was little chance of that. After the first couple of stinging blasts, my whole body went into hypersensitive mode, and the only thing I could do was pant and grit my teeth.

Thud, thud, thud. He carefully aimed the swats to cover every inch of me, and the man was making sure I felt them. After a few minutes, I sank into the bench and forced myself to relax, inhaling the scent of warm leather and sweat.

There was reason to be thankful that my stamina level was impressive, because I was starting to wonder how long James could wield that thing for.

Thud, thud, thud. The fire inside my body began to build once more, and as soon as he concentrated his attention on my already reddened ass, I nearly blasted off into orbit.

The flogger was not in the least bit fussy about what it hit. Its tails pressed each of my plugs into me and licked around my spre