Chapter 110: The Father's Betrayal, Part 22, Masters

James steps forward from his post by the wall. "She doesn't have to choose." Pinning her gaze with his, he takes the other crop, swishing it to one side then the other, making a humming arc through the air before standing to one side, but still where she can see him, legs akimbo, tapping the crop across his own palm.

She watches him, then me, as I unlink my cuffs....

You had that one right, James....

.... unbutton my shirt, take it off and remove my shoes. Stripped to the waist and barefoot, I take my chosen crop again and now caress her with it.

It's the lightest of touches; a butterfly kiss to the skin. And she shivers under the touch, her gaze travels my body....

Checking me out?