64. Art work

Matteo Valentino

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As Rowan dropped her next to me, she stumbled, holding onto my hand to steady herself.

Rowan winked at Cassandra, making me shake my head.

"W-what do you want to do to me, sir?" I caught the stutter in her voice and it satisfied me.

"What do you think I want to do to you, Cara?"

"Punish me?"

"Smart girl." I clicked my tongue. I didn't have to get out ropes to tie her up because the cross already came with personalized cuffs for her ankles and her wrists. "And why do you think I'm punishing you?"

"Because I was told to be quiet and I wasn't quiet, sir."

I nodded, urging her to go on. "What else?"

She didn't even have to think for long. "I made a rash decision on Sunday night that led to me coming to work late."

"Is that all?"

"That's all I can recall, sir." Her voice was small and breathy, a contrast to the way she talked regularly.

Every time I remembered that Cassandra was once against BDSM, I felt like laughing because the girl that was completely submitting to