Master Viktor gave me only a few minutes to catch my breath before he gently but firmly took my hand and led me across the room. My legs were still shaky, and his warm c*m continued to leak slowly down my inner thighs with every step. I felt deliciously used and exposed.
In the center of the private room stood a padded black spanking bench — angled perfectly so that anyone on it would have their ass raised high and vulnerable. Thick leather cuffs waited at the corners.
“On the bench, Sophie,” he ordered, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “Ass up, face down. It’s time to mark that pretty skin properly.”
My heart hammered as I climbed onto the bench. The padded leather was cool against my overheated skin. I positioned myself as instructed — knees spread wide on the lower pl
