The Master's smile widens, his eyes alight with something that could be pride or something more primal. He raises the crop again, the leather snapping through the air before it makes contact with Mina's skin. He watches as she flinches, her body arching slightly with each strike. He's meticulous in his movements, placing the blows with precision to build the crescendo of pain and pleasure. He can see the marks forming on her skin, and the sight of them only fuels his desire to push her further.
The Master's smile widens, his eyes alight with something that could be pride or something more primal. He raises the crop again, the leather snapping through the air before it makes contact with Mina's skin. He watches as she flinches, her body arching slightly with each strike. He's meticulous in his movements, placing the blows with precision to build the crescendo of pain and pleasure. He can see the marks forming on her skin, and the sight of them only fuels his desire to push her further.