

The room pulsed with low red light, the scent of leather and control thick in the air. He knelt exactly where she had told him to, silent and waiting. Mistress Tasha circled him, the sharp click of her heels the only sound.
“You begged for my attention,” she murmured, running her crop along his jaw. “Now, show me if you deserve it.”
His breath hitched. “Yes, Mistress.”
She smirked. “Strip.”
As his trembling hands obeyed, she leaned in, lips just brushing his ear. “Let’s see how far you’ll go for me.”
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