Chapter 54 Bdsm 3

Diana's POV - I was afraid of being stitched and understood the pain that might occur. His palms slid over my slit and parted my lips there. I winced in misery nonetheless, whereupon I lowered my head in hurt humiliation as he thrust his palms inside me, his breath rushing in intense, dark pride against my ear. "Slave names are earned." He purred at my back, "And you have earned yours, too."