She wore her stripes with pride. The purple lines crisscrossed her back, hips, and thighs. He was brutal in his lust-filled desire last evening and today she needs his soothing touch more than ever.
Her limbs and muscles ache from being bound and bent over the padded “fucking bench” for so long while being whipped and pleasured. The memory of his fingers caressing her folds between strokes of the cane make her body respond more than 12 hours later.
She reached between her legs to ease the budding desire but she winces when her fingers touch her swollen flesh. More memories of his brutality flood her consciousness; his flogger on her clit, his hand spanking her pussy, the alligator clamps biting into her tender lips. She recoils in pain but a smile graces her lips.
She opens her eyes when she feels his tender touch on her breast. He leans down and kisses her softly before taking to her breast like a newborn babe. His lips trail down her torso and past her navel until they bathe her sex with soothing desire.
