The sound of his belt was a sound that sealed her fate. Lily knelt on the cold, hard floor, a wreck of trembling limbs and a mind that was a blank, white canvas of shock and shame. His words, *“Let’s begin,”* echoed in her head, a dark, hypnotic command. He dropped his trousers and his boxers, and his cock, thick and heavy, sprang free. It was angry, a dark, flushed weapon pointing directly at her, a single bead of glistening moisture at its tip.

“You made a mess, Ms. Reed,” he ...