Chapter 54 Bdsm 3

• Diana's POV - I was afraid of being stitched and understood the pain that might occur. His palms slid over my slit and parted my lips there. I winced in misery nonetheless, whereupon I lowered my head in hurt humiliation as he thrust his palms inside me, his breath rushing in intense, dark pride against my ear.
• "Slave names are earned." He purred at my back, "And you have earned yours, too."
• "Please do not hurt me," I whimpered. "Please."