Ward

by Margot Scott

“My whole body will hurt for a few days after a show, but I don’t think about it while I’m performing. The adrenaline rush drowns out the pain.”

“Watching you with the flogger,” she continues. “It did things to me. I think... No, I know I want to serve you.”

“Don’t,” I tell her. “Don’t call me Sir. I can’t be your Dom right now.” “Then what are you?” I tease Grace’s opening, wetting my fingers with her arousal. She whimpers as I spread that slickness over her clit. “I’m the man who’s been falling in love with you since day one.”