Daddy Issues

Jade lived for it. That sharp sting of leather on her skin, the sound of it cutting through the air before it landed. She wanted it from him. She wanted the whole thing, the way he made her feel small, helpless, like his personal project. Older men got to her. They always had. They made her knees shake and her mind go quiet. But Master Blackthorne was different. He knew what she needed before she could say it. When the chains locked around her wrists and the spreader bar forced her legs apart, she felt herself get slick. She couldn’t hide it. She didn’t want to. Her black hair fell over her face as she waited, already breathing harder, already dripping. She lived for the sting that was coming.