Darghon paused, and her bottom burned in the air, a wind teasing the throbbing stripes he had branded into her skin with his gloves. She cringed, expecting another, and nearly jumped out of her skin when his voice cracked through the air instead of his gloves. “Now, Astrid,” he said, and he was suddenly next to her, crouching on the ground.
He was amused, and this humiliated her even further. He brought his finger under her chin and turned her face toward his. “Do you need more… convincing? Or are you ready to come and deliver your acquisition notice, with no more nonsense?”
Astrid’s bottom was throbbing with even greater intensity now, and her cheeks burned with humiliation. She could feel her torn panties and pants around her thighs, the wind on her ass; she could imagine the humiliating position she was in.
“No answer,” Darghon said. “Okay.”
He stood up, and started to move behind her again.
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