In the bathroom.
Warm water cascaded over the curvaceous body, the steam blurring the mirror.
Anne Kate stood under the showerhead, using makeup remover oil to wash away the marks left by the oily marker.
Standing up straight, her fingertips instinctively touched the skin on her back.
She inhaled sharply, yet a dangerous and alluring smile curved on her lips.
Tang Song was particularly rough to her today, the sound of his spanking loud enough to drown out the pattering rain outside, her chest slightly aching from his grasp.
With one hand propped against the tiled wall, she let the hot water wash over her reddened skin, recalling every scene from the bedroom.
"You really know how to leave a mark..." she murmured softly, her voice tinged with a raspy pleasure.
She had to admit, this feeling of being dominated stirred an unprecedented thrill within her.
Tang Song's dominance and strength were like a hallucinogenic poison, both terrifying and addictive to her.
