Raven commanded. Susan pushed her head deep into the pillow, kneeling on the bed, leaving her ass in the air. Raven swung the riding crop in a high reaching arc downward and it stuck Susan’s white flesh with a pop! Susan screamed. She squeezed the sheets in her fists and took shallow breaths through her wet, pursed lips, mitigating the intense pain. This was her eighth lash; she had two more coming. “It will be a while before you disobey me again, right, slut?” “Yes, Mistress Raven.” The riding crop whipped through the air in another arc and made contact with Susan’s ass. Susan emitted a guttural groan of pain before babbling incoherently. Raven allowed Susan to regain her composure. The pain would be more terrible that way. Pain had a way of blurring together as it passed the threshold of misery.
What do You think about The Raven Chronicles Book 1?
