Chapter 62Layla’s POV“A punishment...” I gasped out, my vision blurring as he stepped back, leaving my drenched, swollen core exposed to the cool air of the study.My thighs were shaking uncontrollably, dripping wet with my own desperate juices, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Before I could even attempt to sit up or beg him again, Mateo reached over to the low wooden nightstand beside his leather sofa, pulling open the deep bottom drawer with a smooth, ominous slide.My dark eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing shock.Sitting inside that drawer was an array of heavy, high-end restraint gear and sleek, metallic devices—the kind of explicit BDSM tools I had only ever seen in dark adult movies. There were soft leather restraints, silk ropes, heavy metal spreader bars, and an array of sophisticated, weighted toys resting in velvet pouches.“M-Mateo...” I stammered, my voice cracking as a fresh wave of taboo adrenaline spiked straight down to my throbbing pussy
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