Cassandra took deep breaths through her nose, exhaling each slowly through her mouth. The latex hugged her curves exquisitely, covering her body from her neck to the bottoms of her calves. Last question. “No, silly. The final Chosen reached for the gun at his side. Kayden bit his tongue and counted the thirty strokes silently. He looked up at the proud Domina, her eyes glimmering in the dark room. Cassandra couldn’t know for sure, but this new beginning felt like something special. It couldn’t be that easy. Snarling, slurping, grunting, laughing, screaming. “Alright. I want you to resist me. Well, perhaps we’ll be good friends soon.”
“I doubt it.”
“Ironic, isn’t it? At the top stood a woman in red latex looking pleased as punch. The huge bulge put Kayden’s jutting pecker to shame. I felt so stupid, getting jumped like that.”
“It’s not your fault either.”
They held each other in silence for a few moments before she let him go and took a step back.
