[ She has no doubt he can handle it; he was a fighter like her, after all. Rose imagines he's experienced much more pain than this in his life. His undershirt will help with preventing some sting but her lashes are still blunt and forceful. The woman is careful not to hit anything especially sensitive, of course, but it's certainly a conflict of sensations he's going to have to fight.

The ache of where her vine whip makes contact again in contrast to the softness of her body pressed up and rubbing against his. That sound she draws out of him paints the stars in her eyes. He's trying so hard to hold himself back but she wants him to let loose instead. ] You can come, you know- Anytime. You're doing so well after a bit of discipline that you've earned it. I'd even help you there, if you ask nicely.