Raymond

Elizabeth stands, picks up the whip again, and drags the soft tips across my still-sensitive cock.

Twack.

The strike lands lightly across the shaft. Pleasure and pain tangle. My cock twitches, still half-hard.

Twack.

Across my lower stomach.

Twack.

Across my chest.

She works methodically. Left thigh. Right thigh. The soft underside of my cock. Each impact lands with that same wet leather sound.

Twack. Twack. Twack.

My skin heats. Red lines bloom. My cock hardens again under the attention, swelling despite the recent orgasm. I shake my head hard, muffled protests spilling against the cloth.

She ignores them. She keeps going until my whole body trembles and a...