Chapter 9

Between the sting of the rope on my skin and the impact of the nine-tails hitting my exposed backside, I feel the wetness pooling at my core in seconds.

“Scale, Doll,” he repeats through clenched teeth.

“Five,” I say quietly. He doesn’t respond. He hits me again, and this one makes my back arch. “Seven.”

“What’s your limit?”

“Ten,” I breathe. He hits me again, and I moan that time. “Eight.”

He doesn’t whip me again. Instead, he steps around me, allowing the strands of the nine-tails to caress my skin as he moves up my body. He slides his hand to my jaw, pulling my face up to look at him as he crouches in front of me.

“Next time, I want you without the wig,” he says bluntly, and I blink at him. “It’s hard to grab your hair when it’s not real, Doll.” He winks, and I feel