Chapter 88: Playing with the whip

He was still staring at me intensely, his eyes never even looked at Guela leaving. My body was on fire.

He took three steps forward, and grabbed something that was against the bed. The whip. "Too bad that ass of yours is not up in the air," he said in thought whilst looking at the whip. He extended the whip, and the tip of it touched my left foot. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the hardness in his eyes. I swallowed and didn't answer at first. Adrenaline entered my veins.

What did Guela say? Use my natural innocence?

"Maybe it's a good thing my ass is not in the air. Because it's never been touched with a whip."

I heard an intake of breath. Adrian walked to my side, the whip followed on my skin up. He walked around me, the whip's touch a big distraction. "Maybe we have to do something about that." Adrian stated above me. The whip left my skin, only to come down again, on the side of my hip. I jerked up and gasped and tried to bring my hands to my body, but