100 NIGHTS OF SIN
bench. It was positioned at an angle, designed so someone could kneel on the lower pads and rest their torso on the upper section, leaving them beautifully exposed and vulnerable. “We’ll start simple,” Maya said. “Just see how it feels. Liam, help me adjust the height?” Liam moved to the other side of the bench, and together they positioned it. My breath came faster as Maya guided me into position—knees on the padded supports, my body stretched forward over the bench. The leather was cool against my clothed skin. “How does that feel?” Maya asked, her hand resting on my lower back. “Weird,” I admitted. “But… not bad?” “Good. Now the blindfold.” Her fingers were gentle as she secure