Chapter 18

JULIA

Master approached me, and I had a small orgasm, panting hard, apologizing to Master for cumming without permission, almost quivering with need. He cupped my mound and shoved two fingers inside me and my orgasm strengthened and lengthened. I moaned like the bitch in heat I was. "Fuck."

Master smiled. "You love this, don't you slave."

"Yes, Master." I was humping his hand unashamedly.

He pulled them out fed me his fingers, dripping with my fluids. I sucked them clean, tasting myself.

Lisa returned with the whip and handed it to him. He shook out the strands, tested it on himself, then smacked me on my stomach; a delicious mixture of stinging pain and pleasant warmth. Up to my breasts, taut, crinkled, peaked nipples, aimed at him. Indrawn breath, a whimper, a moan, more heat, flowing down to my cunt. A switch across my mound, red streaks, more heat, more wetness, another moan. Then measured strokes all up and down t