~ Zoie’s POV ~

“Stop!” Zoie screeched as her nails dug into the sheets. She was lying face down, naked with her arms and legs stretched out and cuffed to the bedposts. 

“You want to stop?” Asher said through labored breaths. He was standing behind her with a flogger in his hand. He hadn’t even used it on her yet, but her body was already trembling. 

“...N-never mind,” she stammered. “Keep going,”

Zoie bit her lip and scrunched her eyes closed. ...