Chapter 121

• EVELYN
• He dragged the whip agonizingly slowly, down the valley between my breasts, like it was a paintbrush and I was his favorite canvas. The leather was cold and smooth at first, a feather-light tease. Then it turned deliberate. It kissed my stomach, coiled low, and lingered against my navel like it wanted to brand me with invisible fire.
• I couldn’t move. My arms were tied behind me, wrists burning against the silk restraints. My legs were bound wide open, anchored to opposite corners of the bed. Spread like a secret he wanted to explore one inch at a time.