[ She tries to finish her snappy comeback but can't quite make it, the words getting strangled in a yelp. The sharp, clean sting from the crop lancing through her, leaving a warming heat in its wake. When he strikes her between her legs she squeals and twitches. A hot, insistent kind of lust ripples through her. Her knees tremble and her hands open and close as she tries to catch her breath.
The idea of a gag is... not unwelcome. She laughs breathlessly. ]
I still have the one you gave me back at the suite. What makes you think that I haven't had others training me?
[ There's still a note of defiance in her voice, and challenge in her gaze. Of course she doesn't expect that James would genuinely be jealous of her. But she likes to play at such things sometimes. ]
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The idea of a gag is... not unwelcome. She laughs breathlessly. ]
I still have the one you gave me back at the suite. What makes you think that I haven't had others training me?
[ There's still a note of defiance in her voice, and challenge in her gaze. Of course she doesn't expect that James would genuinely be jealous of her. But she likes to play at such things sometimes. ]