Bend me over, Professor
I shivered like it was cold—but it wasn’t.
It was him. It was too much.
“Good girl,” he growled low in his throat. “On your hands, arch that back. Let me see what’s mine.”
I obeyed without hesitation, lifting my hips, spreading my thighs, presenting myself for him—exactly how he’d want me to.
He walked to the wall, fingers trailing over the implements hanging there like tools of worship.
Alessandro selected a flogger—long leather tails, soft at the ends but punishing in motion. He tested the weight with a flick of his wrist, then turned to me with a look that made my core clench.
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