When the general rose from his chair and moved her way, he came with a whip in hand, a small one that she stared at in wide-eyed fascination. Her body, so quickened with erotic heat, could not be happier by the prospect of being taken to painful extremes...although there would be very little experience of pain if she responded in her typical manner.
“You do have a fascination for this...” the general said as he held his weapon to her nose. “Drink it in, slut. You and my leathers will be well-acquainted by the time your service in this house is over.”
The woody fragrance of the whip filled her nostrils and settled inside her along with the Scotch and the cigar smoke and the virile aroma of the general’s body. The heady perfume almost made her dizzy.
“Remove the dress,” he said, whisperin
