The second strike was slower. She pressed her hand to his chest, grounding him, before slamming her palm…
Hours Passed. Or days. He was blindfolded most of the time now. Spoken to only when necessary. He…
“You crawl well,” she said. “But posture is not obedience. Still too much pride behind your spine.” She…
With the line disconnected, Deborah turned her full attention to her pupil. She took Peggy’s hand, guiding it…
He couldn’t. The cage throbbed between his legs, tight and unyielding. No arousal. No release. Only pressure. Pain….