Page 13 of Master Key Resort

Harder.

Closer to her pussy.

Again.

When she realized Sir’s intent, Tiffany tried to close her legs, but her attempt was futile. Strapped to the table, she was helpless. Her only escape was her safeword. Or to let Sir continue and make her come.

The crop hit her pussy. Hard, but not hard enough. No. She knew where he had to hit her to make her scream with the orgasm that’d been building and was now waiting, just beyond her reach. A little higher. That one spot.

Her toes curled.

She squeezed her eyes shut under the blindfold.

Her fists clenched.

She threw her head back and held her breath.

Thwack!

Tiffany screamed as she came in waves. Her body trembled out of control. Her mind spun and raced down a tunnel of flashing lights at warp speed. Her thighs were drenched with the juices squirting from her slit. Her lungs heaved for oxygen.

Slowly, she floated downward, and her muscles sagged with relief. The last thing she imagined before she fainted was Sir placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

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