The red room thrummed with a dark, intoxicating energy as the music shifted to a slow, romantic pulse, heavy with longing. Dim red light bathed the crimson walls, casting a sultry glow. The air was thick with sandalwood and the faint sweetness of candle wax. Flames flickered on a side table, sending shadows dancing across the polished BDSM cross where I stood, my wrists and ankles cuffed to its cold metal frame.
A silk blindfold covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness again, heightening every sound—her heels clicking as Elizabeth walk around me.
My dick stood rock hard, exposed in middle. Elizabeth, the First Lady, naked exposed circled me.
*Slap.* A whip cracked against my thighs, the leather's sting sharp but soft, a tingling sensation rippling through me.
