The clock on the wall read 7:45 PM when Argon finally untied the last knot of rope from Luke’s trembling body. His skin bore faint red lines where the shibari had pressed deepest, marks that would linger for days as silent reminders. Luke’s legs felt like rubber as he was helped down from the bench, the lace panties now ruined and clinging wetly to his spent c**k. The aftershocks of that hands-free orgasm still buzzed under his skin, leaving him flushed and dazed.
“Clean yourself up,” Argon ordered, voice calm and businesslike once more. “Fresh lingerie and a new maid uniform are waiting in the dressing room. You have twenty minutes. Then you will serve at the executive after-hours meeting. Smile. Curtsy. Speak only when spoken to. And remember your name is Lila tonight.”
Luke nodded num
