The next morning came far too early.
Riley barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the ghost of Elena’s fingers teasing her, the weight of that leather collar around her neck, and the humiliating ache between her legs that refused to fade. She had touched herself in the small, sparse dorm room they assigned her, but the second she got close, she stopped, too proud to give the academy the satisfaction of making her c*m on her first night.
Now she stood in the center of the Headmistress’s private discipline chamber, heart hammering against her ribs.
The room was larger and far more intimidating than the orientation space. Dark wood panels lined the walls. Thick beams ran across the high ceiling, perfect for suspension. Soft crimson lighting cast everything in a dangerous gl
