Diana stepped closer, eyes locked on those exposed, hardened nipples. She dragged the tip of the whip slowly over one swollen peak, circling it teasingly.
Selena whimpered, another soft, needy moan slipping from her lips as her nipple tightened even harder under the leather's touch.
"Listen to that…" Diana purred, voice thick with arousal. "Screaming like a victim, moaning like a slut." She tapped the whip lightly against Selena's other nipple, watching it bounce and stiffen. "Your body is betraying you so beautifully."
Linda was sobbing hysterically in the chair beside them. "Nooo! Please stop! She's my daughter— don't do this to her!"
