Analisa had been through things she never thought she'd ever go through. But since last night, she'd already been dragged through dozens of humiliations. Now she was lying across the lap of a man much younger than her, her red butt and burning from the nonstop spanking. Tears streaked her face as she bit into the sheets, fists clenching them tight. The smacks had blurred into one long ache—she barely felt the hits anymore, just the fire that refused to fade.
The orgasm she'd been waiting for never came. She'd taken every painful, half-pleasurable strike, only to be left hanging, body twitching with frustration.
"Your cunt stinks up the whole room," Cassian muttered, rubbing her raw ass. Her panties were wedged between her cheeks, soaked and sticking to her folds. He spread her wide, the wet fabric pulling against her pubes, her slit glistening. The smell hit him sharp, and his mouth watered.
