CHAPTER FIVE
SYDNEY
His lips part and he pants when I stroke the flat leather head of the riding crop down his cheek.
I feel as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. When I fantasized about having s*x with Reid, I never imagined it like this. Not even close.
I tap his cheek lightly and slide the leather end of the crop down his throat and over the hard coating of wax dotting his chest and covering his n*****s. As I continue down his sternum and over his abs, I wonder if he wants me to smack him with it. I can’t imagine why else the item would be in his goodie box if he didn’t want it to be used. I could ask him or…
I strike him on his thigh, the flat leather making a popping sound against his taut quadricep. His body sways but he doesn’t cry out. I held back that time, and his lack
