“No, no, there are not!” she replied, marching toward the hefty mahogany sideboard.
Robert turned in his chair to watch as the young woman bent forward over the broad wood surface. Leaning in, she found two rings above her on the wall, low enough to reach, high enough to assure that her body would be stretched tautly in an uncomfortable, but thoroughly appropriate pose for punishing her ass.
Approaching her from behind, Hunter lifted the hem of her rose cambric dress and drawing it over her bottom, tucked the fabric under her waist conveniently out of the way. It would provide a decent cushion for her stomach against the lashing to follow.
A bolt of electrified energy shot through Gabrielle’s entire system, curiously settling in her groin. Again, reminded of her night with Sasha and t
