Reposted by Sincerely, Sinful ♥

“Say it.“
The fine edge of the riding crop traces her swollen lips while they twitch as if it were gasping for air.
“Please,” she pleads.
“No,” I correct, and lightly run the flat side against her entrance. It glistens in the glow of the lamp from all her nectar. “Beg like you mean it.“
#sveros