"You know what you did wrong?" he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
"I've kept secrets from you."
"And will you do it again?"
I shake my head, watch my boobs bounce in the reflection.
"But you agree that you must be punished?" There's such darkness in his voice that my stomach cramps up in fear. I crane my neck sideways, trying to see into his eyes, read what he's planning. But they're clouded, impenetrable.
“Punished?” The word escapes my throat in a small voice.
He takes a step back and points to the beautifully carved, mahogany writing desk by the window. "Go over there and grip the sides."
His face is still an unreadable mask. So I do as he ordered, my heart pounding in my chest, my knees weak, from fear or desire, I can't even tell. The air in the room is thick from them bo
