Chapter 13

His fingers scrambled to clutch at the edge of the desk, trying to keep steady, but his knees already trembled. Any moment now, he expected them to give out completely, but somehow, some way, they never followed through on that threat. Sweat trickled down his ass, making the slap of skin against skin sting even more, and nothing he did could make his breath come in any reliable pattern. He gulped at air, grappled for purchase. He couldn’t even figure out whether it was better to have his eyes open or shut. Every time he closed them, the room spun, but when they reopened, it was impossible to focus on anything.