We're Not Flirting! [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

"Delphi… what the fuck?" Alton hissed at her, keeping his voice low to avoid the hidden watchers. "I barely touched you with that whip, and it was on your army cargos."

She couldn't answer him just yet… She was too high and hazy, and still coming down.

She sighed happily, resting her head on her clasped hands. "Good punishment, keep going Alton," she whispered sweetly to him.

"I'll do the last four on your back, just to avoid any unnecessary trouble," he grumbled.

She nodded. It was clear to him she could care less in the state she was in now…

Alton completed the ten strokes and Delphi squealed appropriately for him on the last four... pity about the first six, he thought sourly.

They exited the hut and headed off to the building that had been prepared as the Rebellion's HQ on the Island, where they would sleep tonight.