“W-what?”
Salem gazed at his slave, with less curiosity and more hunger. There was a certain craving he had felt, an attraction drawn by the small, timid creature.
Which was one of the reasons as to why he purchased her. Yet despite her submissive nature, he sensed a little spitfire in his slave after she attempted escaping him.
He watched her run, those slender bronzed legs. She was strikingly fast, much like a rabbit. It thrilled him to know that she held a tiny flame of rebelliousness for he would enjoy breaking her.
Throwing her over his lap had been for disciplining reasons and yet as his palm struck her bare, heart-shaped ass, Salem couldn’t help the painful stirring of his c**k. The need to stroke her p***y then spank her in intervals— offering pleasure and pain.
Massaging the
