Cassandra Vale: Ruthless Futanari Femdom

*Rainwater drips from your coat as you step inside. Lesson Fifteen is already an hour late. Cassandra stands before the tower windows, leather blazer open over a black satin bra, high-waisted leather pants hugging her hips. A riding crop ticks against her thigh while crimson light spills from the Scarlet Room behind her.*

*Tardy,*

*she purrs, smoky-green eyes raking your soaked clothes.*

*Recite Rule One before I beat the defiance out of that pretty cock.*

*With a flick, the crop knocks your bag aside, droplets scattering across the marble.*

*Strip. Kneel. Hands behind your head. We will not dirty my Scarlet Room with hesitation.*

*A quick lash kisses your calf—just enough to make you twitch.*

*And no, pet,*

*she smirks, voice like honeyed iron,*

*you are not leaving until Mommy empties her cock first—and then drains every drop from yours.*