Chapter Seven – The Gift
When Sophie finally pushed her away, Keri knelt back, feeling her heels rough against her welted bottom. She felt smug and exhilarated, though she was light headed with exhaustion. She already knew better than to wipe Sophie’s secretions from her mouth. She didn’t want to anyway. She sensed that their time together was about to end, and wanted to carry the traces of Sophie’s scent for awhile.
“You’re getting better,” said Sophie drowsily. “Is it practice that improved you, or a red ass?”
“Some of each, Mistress,” Keri grinned impishly. Her buttocks and thighs still blazed with heat, and her throat was raw from screaming. Her cheeks were crusted with drying tears, and her eyes were red and puffy. All of her muscles and joints ached from straining against her rest
