THIRD PERSON POV
Maya’s wrists were still tied loosely to Lila’s headboard, her skin flushed and damp from the waves of pleasure already wrung out of her. The blindfold stayed in place, but she didn’t need her eyes — her body was wide awake, strung tight on every touch, every sound.
She heard the low hum before she felt it: the quiet click of buckles, the rustle of leather, the soft laugh that curled out of Lila’s throat.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” Lila’s voice was steady, playful, but threaded with command.
Maya swallowed, pulling lightly against the restraints. “What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy, betraying more excitement than fear.
“Giving you your real graduation gift,” Lila whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed Maya’s ear. The tease sent a shi
