Chapter 47

Without thinking, Emma tilted her head back, allowing Jesse more room to graze over her skin with the flogger. Her jaw trembled as he drew it back up again, and her lips parted to let the soft exhalation escape. She kept expecting it to hurt, or maybe sting, or really anything other than these light caresses, but none of it ever came. If she closed her eyes, it might as well have been a dozen fingers exploring her skin.

Jesse straddled her thighs, his cock still soft against her mound, his weight resting on his knees. He brushed the whip over her breast, his fingers gliding over the other nipple. The leather distracted her from his hand as he massaged and caressed her. She gasped as sudden, brief pain flared through her as he squeezed the tip of her nipple between his finger and thumb.