Cornflower

She heard the whir and crack about the time it hit her ass.

“Stop!”
She was too close to stop. The whip came again and air whooshed from her lungs. She pressed her hips into the leather, trying to grind her nub against it. Again the tail hit its target. She rose up, and then down. “Give it to me,” she begged.

Nothing. A moment later, she heard the latch release and her arm moved. She watched him kneel on the side she faced. His expression smoldered with darkness. He moved her down so her hips ...