Trust Me

I want you to drive me wild," she whispered and listened to his hearty laughter as the cool object slowly caressed the inside of her calves. Shivers of anticipation raced along her nerves to the center of her desire. She recognized the feeling of leather and blushed even deeper when she realized he was using the riding crop. The idea of it made her feel oddly aroused. In a deep tone, barely above a whisper he said, "Let's play."