Chapter 48

Though Emma cried out, she forced herself to keep from writhing beneath him, refusing to give him that iota of satisfaction. “What does it matter?” she panted. “I’m here now. Isn’t that what’s important?”

Jesse’s face was flushed, and his cock was starting to harden against her. He raked his nails over the red marks left by the whip. His teeth came next, sharp points scraping across her taut nipple and down the curve of her breast. She didn’t make a sound, but his eyes widened slightly as pleasure rolled from her body to his. “It matters because I want to know what you heard.”

Emma bit the inside of her cheek to keep from whimpering. “Let me go, and I’ll tell you.”