Stung

A short, free domination submission romance read that fans of Mr. Grey will enjoy.



The blindfold kept me from knowing for sure, but I decided he must be watching me, silently admiring his work. I imagined my pale skin stung red from his attentions, my juices glistening in the light and the way the ropes folded my long limbs into lines of his choosing. Sir liked that I was flexible. He called bondage with me origami, teasing that he would make a crane with me next.



I hoped he would take a picture. I wanted to see myself through his eyes, to see what it was to spank me with the crop for the first time.