Between her cunny lips, but outside of her true depths, she found a firm nub that was particularly sensitive. As the ordeal drew on, the pain from each impact began to flow together into single pure note sung so loudly that it became her entire world. “Since when have you taken an interest in Jane Austen? The nights were becoming chill, and goosebumps pricked up on her legs as she listened for the sound of The Beast’s footstep departing across the landing. I promise to try to be a good girl from now on.”
The Beast gave her a long, silent stare that she could not decipher, and then he left, closing the door behind him. Catching her halfway to the floor, he wrenched her around by her shoulders and pushed on her back to bend her over his lap.
