"I told you not to close your legs. Little Jules is not being a good boy, not listening to me at all. You must be punished."
Ethan's voice echoed in his ear, and Julian also felt the leather whip gliding across his body.
The fringed tip of the whip, cold like a horse's tail, swept down his trembling thighs, bringing a hint of roughness that rubbed against his sensitive skin. Ethan used the handle of the whip to slowly pry the two legs that were desperately trying to close tight apart, then stroked along the shaft of the manhood that was swollen tight from being plugged. The masculine scent, mingled with the aroma of the aphrodisiac candle in the room, grew increasingly potent.
