Gratuitous Comparisons To Statues of Ancient Generals
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Grinning, he runs the tail of the horsewhip across his palm. "I intend to offer you a *demonstration,*" he says and snaps the whip taut between his hands.
Reflexively, Xia steps back from him, the sadism glittering in his eyes; yet, her cunny leaps so violently she nearly falls over.
"Come here," he says.
"What if I don't?"
He lets out a long, low chuckle; with one perfect stroke, he whips the clasp off her cloak.
Her cloak falls to her feet, leaving her trembling in shock; he looks at her and grins wickedly, playing with the tail of the whip.
"I could take the rest off with this, too," he says softly and tilts his head, "but then, you'd have to walk out of here naked." He considers it for a while, weighing the whip in his hand. "It's your choice. Either I whip off your clothes, or you strip for me. Which is it to be?"
"That thing will leave marks," she says, staring at him firmly.
He swings the whip over his head in an arc, so that as it strikes, it wraps around her like a snake; he yanks her into his arms and leers, his eyes slitted, his bearded lips nuzzling hers.
"Yes," he purrs, breathless from arousal. "And if you strike hard enough, the marks will be *permanent.*"
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- Part 7 of Tigers' Dance
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