A/N: Don't worry I wondered about why my head created this too.
It was delicious. Sharp and loud. The grunting gasp even more so.
The mark it left was properly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, second only to the man that now bore the cherry welt across the back of his strong thighs.
She had landed the first blow on him filled with hesitation, thinking the act would be harsh and brutal. It was, but it was a means of forgiveness for him and unexpectedly it left her feeling lighter.
The second time she drew the whip down across her DCI's behind the bruise sprung up instantly and brought with it a curse from his lips and a twitch of a smile to her own as she imagined him trying and failing to sit comfortably in the Quattro, wincing every time he took a corner too fast.
She walked around her bed, feeling his eyes concentrating on her tight backside in the pitch black leather skirt as she picked up his glass of whiskey and took a shallow sip. She lent forward whip still in hand as she turned the tumbler in her hand offering a mouthful of fire like liquid from the side stained with scarlet lipstick.
With the glass still casually held in her hand she released the whip across his shoulders one final time, before laying it on her dressing table with the empty crystal tumbler.
He was exquisite. Panting in pain like a wounded lion and he was still the sexiest man she had ever encountered. She manipulated him to a standing position at the bottom of the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, his moans of displeasure silenced as she engulfed his straining cock into the heat of the wet and willing mouth.