Chapter Eleven
“One, Master.”
Nodding to myself, I leaned over, brushing his hair from his face. Reminding myself that he needed this, but he also needed mercy. “Harder or softer?”
“Harder.” I pressed my lips together, knowing that he craved this. “Please, Master.”
Leaning back, I brought my arm up, the tails hitting my lower back. I brought it down, striking him harder, and he let out a gasping moan.
“Two, Master.”
I repeated the strike, watching him wither on the bed. The way he rolled his hips up. How he panted, the way he pulled at the restraints. How the leather creaked, and the wood buckled.
For a moment I lost myself and went past the number of swats, raining blow after blow, sometimes soft. Sometimes hard.
“Again.” He panted, and I looked down at the bruising flesh. The r
