The courtesan sagged against her bonds as Sulir put the whip down for a time, and undressed, leaving him shirtless, wearing only his pants. She felt the firm grip on her thighs, and looked at him with pleading desire, biting her lip in pain as his fingertips dug into her bruised skin. She wanted him to use her - for his desires to be redirected away from her pain. To recognize there was still pleasure to be had from her...<br/><br/>She sighed as he returned to his canvas, the pain of the whipping fading as the discomfort from the strain on her joints returned, silencing her mind as she began to try and wait out the looming fear.