She thought gentle fingertips meant mercy.
Wrong goddess.
My palms glide over her skin, then the paddle cracks across plush ass and bare soles until she squeals my name.
Hot wax rivers down her spine, pooling in every welt; the blade’s cold edge scrapes it away slowly.
Tassel whip whispers across hypersensitive flesh, making her hips buck, cunt dripping for more pain.
Watch her crumble, moan, and surrender every reaction to me.
Crave the stin
