Raymond
Elizabeth stands, picks up the whip again, and drags the soft tips across my still-sensitive c**k.
Twack.
The strike lands lightly across the shaft. Pleasure and pain tangle. My c**k twitches, still half-hard.
Twack.
Across my lower stomach.
Twack.
Across my chest.
She works methodically. Left thigh. Right thigh. The soft underside of my c**k. Each impact lands with that same wet leather sound.
Twack. Twack. Twack.
My skin heats. Red lines bloom. My c**k hardens again under the attention, swelling despite the recent orgasm. I shake my head hard, muffled protests spilling against the cloth.
She ignores them. She keeps going until my whole body trembles and a thin sheen of sweat covers my skin. Then she sets the whip aside, drags a second chair from the shadows, and places
