A Master’s Touch
Lady Andariel
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She was flushed, a slight red tint to her cheeks, excitement growing as her heart began its rapid beat.
Throbbing inside her chest, she caught her breath, holding it just long enough to allow the pleasure to coarse through her veins.
Like a drug, rushing dopamine to block out the thoughts in her head, her brain no longer a runaway train.
She had just about recovered when she felt the stinging kiss of well used leather fall harshly on the soft inside of her thigh.
A soft moan escaped her lips. A smooth arch of her hips, and she no longer felt anything. She was high.
Chasing this quiet blackness was the only cure. She had searched in vain, and oh, how she had tried.
But her body needed the pain, and her mind craved the uniqueness of a Master’s touch.
She was lost, now, in this world of nothingness. She was no longer in control, as she lay there, willingly, tied open for his rough love.
The Lady Andariel 