Alice yelped, squirming helplessly against her harness as the crop fell. Tears were already gleaming in her eyes, and her round ass was striped red. Her new master had a heavy hand. “I told you to stand straight.” Knight’s voice was cool behind her. She could almost hear the smile on his lips. “Yes Master,” she said quickly, straightening and bowing her head. As usual, the word ‘Master’ burned on her tongue. Shame and desire were fighting a fierce battle inside her – a lifetime of trying to be the best at everything made it so hard to give up, be a slave to this creature. But she didn’t have a choice. The butter-soft leather tip of the crop traced the lush curve of her ass, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She shivered. Her nipples were standing erect in the cool air of the drawing room. “I suppose I won’t drink from you today,” his voice had turned black with displeasure, “there are limits to your little body, and I drank too deep this past week.”
