Eren's eyes followed Jade's gaze to the stone table. The whip lay there, a stark contrast to the soft cushions and bright colours of the main room. A shiver, not of fear but of raw excitement, went through him. He knew what she wanted. This was the last step in their ritual, a dive into something deeper, a wilder kind of surrender.
He walked to the table, his movements slow and sure. His fingers wrapped around the cool, braided leather. It felt solid, powerful in his hand. He turned, the whip hanging from his grip, and met Jade's eyes. They were wide, unblinking, shining in the dim light, a hungry fire deep inside them.
She turned slowly, gracefully, showing him her bottom. Her skin was still flushed from before, glistening softly. The red marks from his earlier slaps were still there, clear signs of how much she wanted this. She braced her hands against the cool stone of the bench, her back arching, her bottom lifting, offering itself to him without a second thought.
