Her skin was on fire, burning and stinging, and she began to dance on her toes, little mewling cries escaping from her lips. “Oh, oh, oh, it hurts,” she panted, though she didn’t want it to stop—far from it. She wanted it to go on forever.
“It’s supposed to,” Charles intoned from behind her. “Let go.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes…”
The leather stroked, slapped and painted her skin, its heat entering her muscles and seeping into her bones. “Yes…oh, yes…” Pain lost its meaning, pleasure had no set definition. It was all sensation, pure and perfect. She drifted heavenward, no longer certain where she was or what was happening.