Seraphina's POVTears welled in my eyes as I forced my fingers apart, white-knuckled, stretching the slick, trembling flesh between my legs. My entrance, small and desperately aching, widened into a damp, quivering circle.The position was excruciating - my back arched, thighs shaking, breath caught in my throat. I felt like a specimen under glass, pinned open for display, my most vulnerable place laid bare for his inspection.He stood above me, watching.His gaze wasn't passive - it scraped over every fold, every twitch, every glistening tremor of exposed tissue like a scalpel. I could feel it, like touch, like heat.Then - without warning - he raised his hand.Smack!A sharp slap landed across the curve of my ass, the sound echoing in the wet tiles. The sting bloomed instantly, white-hot and searing. I cried out, my fingers faltering, my labia snapping partway shut."Is that what you call obedience?" he snarled, voice low and
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