The playroom door closed behind them with a soft click.
Vivian stood in the center of the room, exactly where she'd stood before. But everything felt different now. Charged. Electric.
Alexander circled her slowly. Not touching. Just looking.
"This is what discipline feels like at the beginning," he said. "The anticipation. Not knowing what's coming. Your mind racing through possibilities."
Her breath came faster.
"I could touch you now." His voice was low. Controlled. "I could bend you over that bench and make you count every strike. I could tie you to that cross and edge you until you cry."
Her cunt clenched at each image.
"Or I could make you wait." He stopped behind her. Close enough that she felt his heat. "Make you stand here, soaking wet, desperate, while I decide what you des
