She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again.
“Higher.”
Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike.
“Spread your legs.”
He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much he wants to touch her, but he won’t.
The cane falls again and she releases a sigh heavy with want.
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