This wasn’t good. No, not good at all, but my body said otherwise. Heat from my p***y flowed out to my spread legs and arms. When Merferi flexed the whip my mouth went dry. Already I could feel my n*****s harden.
“Doesn’t take much for you to respond,” Merferi said. She ran the whip over my t**s, across my stomach. “Maybe I tortured you the wrong way before. Maybe I should have tied you down in that soft bed right away, used the rape rack as a reward.”
Her eyes narrowed and she resembled Imeena. The cornered wild animal that still possessed some cunning. “My brother will be back soon and I need something to get me out of this mess. Perhaps convince him he has a different kind of prize here. Tell me about Har-Jay.”
I wasn’t about to spit at Merferi this time. Her mood was too desperate,
