CHAPTER ELEVEN: EMILY

I was naked, switching between too warm and too cold; there was no middle ground. My skin was covered in a light sweat, and my nipples were puckered into two tight bundles of nerves.

"Is this what you wanted?" A man with a smooth, silky voice asked.

It was dark, too dark for me to see anything but a shadow of a man. He towered over me, and I... I was tied to something, I realized—both at my ankles and wrists. The rope pressed into the skin as I tested the strength cords; it was a little uncomfortable and a whole lot delicious.

St. Andrew's crosses, the thought flashed in my mind. Was that what I was attached to?

Whack.

Something hit me on my thigh, bringing a bite of pain with it. The sting was everything I'd ever imagined it would be, and far too brief, disappearing soon after that initial hit.

"I asked you something, and you would do well to answer me," he commanded, and my pussy clenched at the sound.

"Yes," I moaned, looking up at him through hazy eyes.

Whack.

"Yes, what?" My puss