I clutch my tea tighter. My cheeks are burning. Adrenaline buzzes through me like I’ve had three espresso shots.
I set the cup down on a nearby ledge. I’m too warm. Too flushed.
How does it feel to be spanked like that?
“Have you ever done... that?” the masked man asks, voice quiet, teasing.
I snap back to him. My heart stutters.
I blush. “Uhhh... I don’t know, haveyou?”
But he doesn’t answer.
He just watches me.
7
FAITH
It’s surreal to be here, to realize what I’m watching.
This is sex.
That taboo, secret thing my parents told me not to do until marriage… is happening right here. Out in the open. Like it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
And as I watch, another thought bubbles up.
Why doesHunter Hollowaykeep slipping into my brain?
Why do I wonder what those big hands of his would feel like on my skin? Why does heseemlike the kind of man who’d deliver a blow with confidence and a grin?
The man in the scene winds up again.
Whap.
My breath catches.
Whap.
I realize I’m holding it—waiting for her reaction.
“She’s got a terrific, curvy ass,” Maya comments, tilting her head. “I bet that helps her take the blows. Beautifully padded.”
We all nod like we’re appraising a fine sculpture.
I’m fascinated. I wouldn’t call what I’m feeling turned on exactly… but it’s something close. A slow hum under my skin. A kind of wonder.
“And… does she like this?” I ask quietly. “Like, she’s not in pain?”
April and Maya look at me and giggle.
“Luna,” April grins. “Shelovesit.”
Well. Looks like April’s learned a few things with her man this past year.
I bite my lip. “I’ve just never thought pain could be combined with pleasure like that.”
“You’ve got a lot to learn, babe,” April says. “You need a cute guy to show you the ways of the sexual world.”
