Lila POV
"I can handle it." There was no doubt in my mind. "Push me to my limits, show me what you can do to me...please."
"Jesus Christ, you crazy, perfect fucking woman."
Another lash…and another…and another. He was concentrating on my ass and thighs, never once touching my back with his whip.
It's like he knew that my back had now recently become a hard limit for me. But this, with him, this I could handle.
The fact that I could keep my body still and endure the pain was feeding my will to go farther, to get pushed harder. I've never felt more empowered, even though I was the one bound and vulnerable.
Another lash of the whip, this time landing across my outer lips, the sting burning and aching straight to my core, yet I cried out with sheer pleasure.
"Your skin is the most beautiful canvas of pinks and reds, lila." He struck me again, then rubbed the whip between my legs, coating the leather with my arousal.
