Sully checked that the cuffs were within easy reach for when Pippa couldn’t sustain the pose any longer. However, he liked to test how long she could last without such bindings. A dark quirk of his lips was his only response to the expression of gratitude. He shrugged out of his jacket, not wanting the restriction to his movement before he began. He picked up the fine silver handle again, testing his grip before lifting it slowly, and arching his arm, filling the air with the sound of the whip, as the tail lashed the woman’s slim back, leaving a livid welt.
Pippa watched him carefully, taking in every movement, each little shift and shake familiar, and she inhaled again, her skin tingling in anticipation. She kept her eyes on him, not flinching from him until the moment of impact, when a cry of pain left her lips. Every inch of his body moved, as did hers, and she got herself back into position, groaning with pleasure as her skin stung and glowed.
