The Price of Pleasure

Cora's POV

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He stepped closer, the feather poised in his hand. "Now, let's see how honest you can be. How does this make you feel?" The feather traced along my collarbone, so light it almost tickled.

"Nervous."

"And?" The feather circled one breast, spiraling inward but never quite touching my nipple.

"Excited."

"More honest than that, Cora." He circled