Chapter 57 The Dance Of Desire

• By the tenth stroke, Julian could feel a light sweat forming on his brow, caused not only from the exertion but also from the pink tinge that was beginning to glow on Sera’s ass. He alternated from striking one cheek, then the other, or hitting both at the same time. The muscles in his shoulder were starting to ache, but only one phrase kept escaping Sera’s lips, “More, please.”
• As the decisive stroke shook her buttocks, Sera collapsed to her knees and gasped, “Enough, Master.” Julian’s arm hung by his side. He rolled his head and shoulder, trying to relieve some of the cramp burning there.
• “Stand up and relax,” he said. Panting and trembling, Sera forced her legs to obey. “Better?” She nodded.