Seeing Ethan Caldwell raise the whip once more, Julian Sterling dared not dally any longer. He moved sluggishly, turning his body with great difficulty to present his bare back to the man. His hands remained securely bound to the headboard, but fortunately, the tether was long enough. A simple twist of his waist was all it took for him to lie prone.
With his vision obscured, Julian could see nothing. He could only bury his face deeply into the pillow, holding his breath in anxious anticipation. He felt the distinct, tactile sensation of the soft leather strands gliding over his smooth spine, sliding down the hollow of his waist, and pausing to tease the curve of his full, rounded buttocks.
The agonizing suspense of waiting for the strike was far more terrifying than the pain itself. Julian's entire body tensed instinctively, arching slightly forward in apprehension.
