I lay face down on the bed trying to catch my ragged breath, my body was still limp, and my ass was still throbbing and red, the sting thrummed in time with my pulse.
I wasn't doing a very good job catching my breath; each inhale was rough, shaky, and loud against the silence that had settled in the room. My body kept on trembling and my muscles spasmed from exertion.
The pain was still there, but now I hardly felt it; I was more focused on the aching desire, and the unadulterated need. It was the punishment I had craved, it was breaking me down more than the pain had. The wait was as painful as every single slap or perhaps even more so.
I felt Elias's eyes on me. It felt like it was caressing me everywhere without even touching me. I turned my head to the side to look at him, and I watched as his gaze raked over the flushed curve of my ass, the angry red marks, the trail of wetness clinging to the inside of my thighs.
