Page 76 of The Diamond Thief
After it reaches my neck, it glides back down again. When it touches my ass, I feel a sharp smack.
The way the flogger is being used doesn’t match my vision of a burly cowboy getting his jollies on another man.
The next time I feel it, the movement starts at the back of my knee and runs up the inside of my thigh. It hesitates at the top, and then I feel a light blow straight to the balls.
I do not jump. Whoever this is seems concerned with my pain threshold.
I sense the person step away. I wonder if he will go for some other item in the wardrobe. The room is so quiet, no music or bleed-through from another room.
I hear a rustle, then a clunk of something hitting the floor. Then another. I’m not sure what that means.
There’s a whisper, and I sense the person moving, almost silently. I think he’s taken off his boots. Probably more. Great. I’ll be able to add this experiences to my list.
He stands near my head. I can hear him breathing. I sense him lean in, and then hands reach for the strap of the ball gag.
And that’s when I catch a whiff of something very familiar.
Lilacs.
The first word I say when the gag leaves my mouth is her name.
Jade.
