Chapter Nine
Lissa
“This is a crop,” Garret murmured, running what I assumed to be its end along my cheek. “It has a thin, flexible tress and isn’t meant to cause any pain.”
I nodded and swallowed, wishing like hell I could see, so I could know what would come next.
“Relax.” He brushed his lips over mine. “I won’t truly hurt you—unless you want me to.”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed past the fear—and l**t—running rampant through me. I wanted to experience what he could show me. Longed to have first-hand knowledge of what I’d read and written about since the s******g had proven to be the best experience of my life—aside from having his c**k deep inside my body.
“We need to discuss a safeword, Lissa.”
“Red,” I hastened to say the first thing to come to mind.
He chuckled. “Someone’s been readi
