A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He raised an eyebrow at me and swung again landing the next hit in the same place on my other leg. I had expected him to hit with the entire length of the leather. He didn’t. Damien snapped the flogger each time kissing the skin with the implement.

“Thank you, Damien.”

The snap of the flogger was accompanied by the sting each time. It was a strange sensation, like an itch you can’t quite scratch. The sounds coming from my mouth could easily be described as a mix between pleasure and pain. I found myself raising up to meet the snaps involuntarily.

The men noticed and I felt their hands on my arms and my stomach further securing me to the bed. It was strange and unexpected that the gentle touch made me feel protected and cocooned. My muscles stopped straining against the rope and I relaxed further with each strike.

“Will you bite me?” Damien asked simply when he had reached the top of my thighs.

“No, Damien,” I panted almost wanting more.

and they slowly dragged them up across my prominent nipples until four sets of

eyes and saw heat. They wanted this, the moaning woman beneath them, taking the pain they offered with absolute trust. ALL of them Looked hungry and animalistic as they Looked

strange and unexpected I cried out. My focus readjusted to the dangerous man standing between my legs. Damien had flicked the Lashes to

L A ‘s L

bite me?” he asked as

whispered as he slowly drew

moaned as each strand of leather caressed and then

again; I answered as many times as

what I put between your lips I won’t feel

was cut short as he pinched my clit. The garbled sound that came out did not

bite you,” I promised