Chapter Eleven
Luna
The flogger hurt like a motherfucker. Maybe a less sore a*s to start would make it easier, but those damn beads, the damn braids biting, stinging, l*****g along my a*s c***k and the backs of my thighs...
Rian had bound me to the Saint Andrew’s Cross rather than use the cuffs hanging from its corners, but he didn’t f**k me like an animal when I begged, once floating high as a f*****g kite. He took me down. Cleaned the snot and tears from my face. Made me lay down and soothed my backside with cream while I breathed in the scents of burning candles and lavender.
I didn’t let loose with sobs like I’d done the night before while coming down but went with curses over not giving me his c**k while I sucked down a bottle of water. The second I finished drinking, he yanked me
