Lily LaBeau Day 3

Three days in and Lily’s legs shake, but she keeps them spread. Every new rope bites deeper than the last, yet she plants her feet and holds the line. Wolf Hudson moves around her like a man measuring how much she can take before she snaps. She grunts through clenched teeth, muscles drawn tight, sweat sliding down her back. He calls the house Master in. One look at the trembling girl, arms pinned, ass lifted, and the older man’s nod says enough. Lily’s chest heaves, but she doesn’t drop her eyes. She has earned the next knot, the next order, the next burn.