Zina's POV
Opening my eyes, I realized that I was face to face with him, his lips set in a smirk.
He was sans shirt and shoes, I noticed as I looked down. I then noticed that I was, in fact, fully naked.
And then I realized that my arms were up and handcuffed to a bar above me.
My feet were on a platform, spread apart, with my ankles cuffed to bars running down the length of the
structure I was on.
I Was naked and spread open, my whole body on display for him.
"Jared,"I began to say but he brought a riding crop down against my right breast.
I gasped and wondered where the whip had come from as it hadn't been in his hand a second before.
"Do not speak, Zina, unless I say so. Do you understand," he asked, his voice husky and laced with
lust.
I huffed, "But Jared, what-," the sting of the crop against my other breast sent tingles down my body straight to my core and I instantly shut my mouth.
