"That's it, baby," he continues, his tone almost soothing, despite the filth spilling from his lips. "Take my cock. Take all of it."
Baby.
My belly flutters, my heart soaring like a fool even though I know it's a runaway utterance. A thoughtless spi...
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An out of body experience.
It's the only way I can describe...this.
I bite down on my bottom lip, my teeth sinking into the swollen flesh as a smacking sound echoes in the room, signaling another lash to my ass.
"F-Four!" I spit angrily, even as I shake like a leaf in Fall. "I promise I'll never be late for a session again."
"You sure about that?" Frost smirks mockingly, the words somehow more antagonizing than the pain he just inflicted. And before I can even brace myself, he swishes his stupid crop again.
Whack!
"Ahhh!" The scream rips itself from my throat, the sting sharp and unexpected, erupting from my thigh this time. The motherfucker didn't even give me any time to prepare for the next one.
I try to regain my composure—not that I have a whole lot of the stuff right now—balling my fists as I struggle to inhale like a normal person, because, for the life of me, it's all I can do right now.
"Count!" Frost barks, the sudden loudness of his voice startling the fuck out of me, and my stomach drops to my feet like a stone.
"Fi-five!" I scream back involuntarily, my heart pulsing so fast it feels like I might vomit it right up, my lungs expanding and contracting so rapidly I can barely even speak. "I p-promise...promise I'll never be late...for a session again."
Frost touches the head of the crop to my thigh again, the same spot he just hit. My eyes slam shut as I brace for the impact, holding my breath, but the blow doesn't come like I expect.
Instead, I feel the crop trailing over my skin, curving over my outer thigh to my inner one. The unexpected contact makes my eyes fly open, my legs jerking impulsively, trying to get away from its invasive touch. I grit my teeth and tear my gaze away from him, unable to continue watching what he's doing to me when I feel the crop settle mere inches from my naked core. It takes everything I have to keep my legs steady and my uncooperative feet on the damn numbers.
My pussy pulses almost violently at the sensation...and I'm nothing short of horrified at its reaction. But I'm also confused as hell by it. Especially when I know I'm scared shitless. Utterly terrified out of my fucking mind. I'm barely managing to keep it together, desperation the invisible glue holding me together, keeping me from crumbling into a billion pieces and ending it all right here and now the way I so badly want to.
"Why were you late, Ramona?" Frost asks in a low voice, sounding more sinister and unnerving than when he yelled, the front of his body now touching mine.
My head is still lowered, my eyes intentionally cast to the floor, completely avoiding his. "I thought all you wanted to hear from me during this glorious punishment was counting followed by everlasting promises to be punctual." I try to sound confident, wishing my words came out in a more defiant tone, but the strain in my voice gives me away too easily.
