Chapter 40 Taking It Roughly

• Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as another crack of the flogger caused pain to weave through her body, her breasts were sensitive now and tingling. Every time he cracked the leather flogger against her flesh he ran its leather tip over her nipples, then her navel, over the rise of her mons then smacked it hard on her thighs
• “I’m sorry, sir,” her voice cracked and a tear slipped out against her wish.
• He flicked it over her stomach, smacking her there once before suddenly throwing it across the room and coming to stand directly in front of her, hands wrapping around her body to hug her close. His hot breath fell on her hot skin. Her belly hurt, good thing she didn’t bruise easily because if she did, tomorrow she would have a hard time trying to hide purple bruises.