Hanna's POV
I nodded, yelping when the flogged hit my n****e. My eyes flew open and I saw him looking at me expectantly.
"Yes," I hissed and he smiled.
"Do you want my c**k inside you Hanna?" he asked as he took off his jeans, slowly.
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Why should I do that?" he drawled. He was commando under his jeans.
"Please... Damien..." I said, "I'm sorry. I freaked out."
His eyes softened. But the glacial look was back. "You freaked out?"
I nodded. I had to say it. I had to say something. "You obviously take me as some sort of a fu--"
"If you want to be punished again I suggest you do not say that!" he growled. "You are not a f**k toy! Understood?"
I didn't reply. I looked away. Suddenly he flicked the crop against my sensitive n****e and I screamed.
