Chapter 183: Machala

I had no time to think about strangling Damian. I always knew I was physically as well as mentally weak though I was good at hiding it. Luke took my arm and steered me to the couch. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him scoop up his bag. I knew I would be reacquainted with each and every tool he brought, and my pulse accelerated.

"Bend over the couch. We're getting this part of your punishment over with first and then we'll start the real fun. Hands on the back of your head."

I did as he said, most of my fight gone.

His voice went lower with authority, "Legs wider." I stepped out another six inches. In that same make-me-wet tone, he continued, "I have a pattern in mind. I won't be stopping until it's complete."

Fuck. I would rather there be a number. But... he knew that. If he stuck to my ass and legs, I was getting out of this easier than usual. A small part of me was disappointed. Extreme pain might give me the solid night's sleep that I needed so desperately. Also an orgasm, whi