Chapter 18

Anita was keeping herself very silent, but her legs were speaking volumes. Her thigh muscles flexed as she squeezed her legs together and her hips rolled. She and her body needed his body. Marshall unclipped the last few clothespins that hadn't been tied to one of the lengths of twine or over the chain attached to the clamps.

"Roll over," he said.

Anita flipped over onto her stomach. He unsheathed one of the knives, the one he kept very sharp. "Touch this," he said, guiding her hand to the blade. "Feel that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I want to mark you, Miss Rhodes. Endure, and..." Marshall used his knee to open her thighs. He brushed his cock against the back of one of her legs. "I reward you."

"Please, Sir," she breathed.

"Excellent choice, Miss Rhodes."