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“Eyes, throat, knees. But we’ll work up to that. For now: balance.” He nudged my feet into place with the toe of his boot. “Wider,” he said. “You’re not posing for a portrait. You’re trying not to get knocked over.” I adjusted. The stance felt weird at first—exposed and defensive at the same time. “Good,” he said. He reached for my forearms, lightly adjusting the angle. “Hands up, elbows in. You want your bones to help, not just muscle.” His touch was professional. Impersonal. But my body still flinched, a reflex I hated.

“Let’s work on your sitting posture. Shoulders back, spine straight, but relaxed.” I adjust myself accordingly, balancing a book on my head as he instructs. “Like this?” “Almost. Chin slightly lower—there, perfect.” Caleb nods approvingly. “You’ve got natural grace. No surprise there—it’s in your blood.” I bite back a comment about how my “natural grace” didn’t seem to help me at the gala or during that disastrous interview. Instead, I focus on maintaining the posture while practicing the tea-pouring technique he’s showing me.

I know he usually wants me in the Nadu pose, but it’s bedtime, and I remember what he had said about wanting to see me in the Humble pose at the end of the day, so I climb up on the bed and position myself at the end of his bed, so when he opens the door, he will see me offering myself to him. There is no waiting long, because not even two minutes after settling into the pose, I hear the door open, “Damn, Precious, what a good girl you are for remembering what pose to be in. I don’t know whether to be happy that you are such a good little slut, or disappointed because I can’t punish you for being in the wrong pose.” “You can still punish me if you want, Sir.” A thrill runs through me at the

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Would he like it? Damn, he would. What man in their right mind would resist this perfect temptation? I was finally going to get him. Lying in bed, I was busy practicing my poses as the woman in the tutorial had instructed. “Put your right hand on your hip… now arch your back slightly and let your eyes do the work.” I did as the woman instructed, and fuck, it felt so awkward. After many practices, I was finally ready. Then I heard footsteps from outside, so I quickly put on my robe, dimmed the light, and went into position.

The click sounded loud in the quiet room. “Ready to push deeper tonight?” he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded, throat already tight. “Yes. I really want to open my hips more.” He gave the smallest smirk, then told me to start in child’s pose. I dropped to my knees, forehead pressed to the mat, arms stretched long in front of me, ass lifted high. I knew exactly what view I offered. The leggings stretched so taut that the seam dug right between my swollen pussy lips, outlining every slick fold.