Her body was a limp, trembling canvas, painted with the flush of her surrender and the sharp, red marks of her paddle. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, sweat, and the lingering tang of fear. I stood before her, a predator admiring his catch, her limbs still bound to the frame, her eyes unfocused and dazed.
She thought the evaluation was over.
How cute~
"Did you think we were finished?" I asked, my voice a low, dangerous purr.
She flinched, her eyes slowly focusing on me. The fear in them was immediate. "Please... Master... I... I can't..."
"Oh, you can," I smiled, a dark, promising thing. "And you will. We've played with your body, Dominique. Now, we play with your mind. We play with your very soul."
I walked to the foot of the frame, kneeling between her spread legs. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching in panicked anticipation. I didn't touch her with my hands. I just leaned forward and blew a soft, deliberate stream of air across her slick, swollen folds.
