Sexy af

He grimaced as the keeper of her riding crop cracked against his buttocks, leaving a reddening patch on his porcelain skin.

Steel heels clicked on the marble floor as she stalked deliberately around her suspended prey.

“Ow, fu-” she spat as a leather sole slipped on the polished stone and her ankle cracked in protest.

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