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“Tell me, baby girl.”
The billionairess towered over her, her smooth legs stretching up above her, exposed till right above her knees. She looked regal in that formal black dress and yet there was nothing noble in the way the dark green eyes ravenously stared down at her.
Scarlett caught the stern expression on her Mistress’ face and she coyly lowered her gaze to the floor, opening her mouth, whimpering inaudibly, incoherently, wanting at all costs to avoid this question.
Cattleya frowned harder, adopting a menacing voice, “Should I get my cane, pet?”
Scarlett shook her head in distraught. She held her breath, gazing up at her, swallowing hard, gathering her nerves to answer her, “Lea and Sage gave me a massage. And… and that was it, Mistress.”
She flinched when Cattleya r
