Eliana's heart pounded against her ribcage as she bent over the table, obeying Leo's command. It was time for her punishment. He leaned in closer, his voice low and commanding, sending a chill down her spine.
"Lift your skirt," he instructed.
The words made her shiver, anticipation mingling with a forbidden thrill that raced through her veins. She hesitated only for a moment before complying, her hands trembling as she slowly raised the hem of her dress. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, her cheeks burning as she felt exposed and vulnerable in the room's tense silence.
Leo's gaze bore into her, his expression impossible to decipher. Slowly, he ran a finger along the edge of the table, leaving a faint trail in the thin layer of dust.
"Are you ready for your punishment, Eliana?" he asked in a husky whisper.
