“Show me.”
The two words leave my mother’s mouth like she already regrets them, but she doesn’t take them back.
Gabriel’s hand tightens in my hair for a second, then releases. He steps back, giving her a clear view of me still on my knees, collar dark against my throat, leash trailing across the rug.
“Stand up, Ella. Hands on the arm of the couch. Ass out.”
I rise on shaky legs and bend exactly the way he taught me—back arched, feet spread, elbows locked on the upholstery so my ass and cunt are presented. The position leaves nothing hidden. Cool air hits the wetness already coating my inner thighs.
Gabriel moves behind me. His palm strokes once over the fading marks from earlier, almost gentle. Then it cracks down hard.
The sound is loud in the quiet living room. I jolt forward with
