SUZANA'S POV:
I looked down at my feet, feeling the weight of his disappointment. "Do you want me to... you know, jerk you off now as a punishment?" I stammered, my gaze shifting nervously.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. He was mere inches away, his expression serious as he said, "Suzana, you are my responsibility. You're not some kind of animal to be trained or punished. I don't want to discipline you in that way, and I certainly don't want you to feel that kind of wickedness is necessary."
There was a softness in his voice, despite the tension in the air. "I've ordered some dresses for you. They arrived while you were sleeping. Please, take off those cheap clothes as soon as you can and wear something from them. I don't want anyone looking at your body with nasty eyes."
