The Night embrace
He stood there, a bathrobe hanging loosely around his shoulders, water droplets glistening on his skin.
“Good evening, sir,” she said meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. He beckoned her closer with a nod, and she hesitated briefly before obeying. “Kneel,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Blue found herself in front of the couch he was lounging on, and she obeyed, sinking to her knees. “What happens when little girls get naughty?” he asked, using his fingers to lift her chin that their eyes could meet. “They get punished,” Blue murmured, her gaze darting everywhere but his eyes. “It seems like you’re begging to get punished,” he said, leaning closer until their faces