HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS
But the equipment is unmistakable — a large X-frame against one wall, a padded bench in the center, hooks and rings installed at various heights, shelves lined with implements I can barely identify.
My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
"Take off your clothes," Sebastian says, closing the door behind us. "All of them. Fold them neatly and place them on the table by the door."
I obey with trembling hands. My blouse, my skirt, my bra, my panties. I fold each item precisely — even now, even naked and vulnerable, I can't turn off the part of me that needs order.
"Good girl." Sebastian's voice is warm with approval. "Now come here."