192 The Distraction

<i>For goodness sake, Katarina. </i>

"What do you want?"

"More," I panted, trying to blindly push my hips up to follow the pleasure. "Please! Don't stop, sir!"

Marco chuckled, dragging the edge of the riding crop up my slit, revelling in the gasp I released at the leather brushing against my nub. "So greedy..."

The riding crop fell on the skin of my inner thigh with a wet splat, making me moan and pull at the silk around my wrists as my back arched, loving the burn.

"Six, sir."

He tapped the flushed skin there with a low, menacing laugh. "Should I make you cum with this?"

<i>This is the exact situation that got me waist deep in this mess. </i>

I ignored the thought and bit my lip, feeling my eyes mist over as I stared at the ceiling.

He hadn't blindfolded me, but he had tied loose knots around my wrists, keeping them in place far apart from each other. I had one order. Eyes on the ceiling at all time.