15. Michelle-2

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Then his hand was gone. I groaned, pushed back with my hips, and tried to find him again. What found me instead, was a strip of leather. I cried out in pain and pleasure, craning my neck to look back over my shoulder. I closed my eyes, the red heat radiating from my ass cheeks, traveling down my thighs. Frost stood there, his hands tightly gripping the stretch of leather, a cruel set to his jaw. “Count them,” he said. “Count them out loud for me.” He struck me again, this time across the other cheek. And I cried out again, the sensation almost more than I could bear. “T-t-t-two!” Again and again he lashed me, leaving strips of heat and pain across my creamy white butt and thighs. “Three!” “Four!” “Five!” Each time I called out the number, my words were more ragged, more drawn out

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