11 - Blaine.

Azira sits at her desk, waiting for me to dole out her punishment. She doesn't seem to be able to meet my gaze for very long, ever since the incident down in the basement. I guess she's embarrassed that she climaxed from the pain. The sound of her moaning and whimpering while I inflicted pain on her was the most tantalizing sound I've ever heard, even better than screams of agony.

I flex my fists beneath the desk, wanting nothing more than to put her in shackles in my basement and flay her skin until she bleeds. And then lick her wounds like an animal until she's begging me for my cock in her tight, virgin cunt. That's exactly why I can't punish her that way, as I know I won't be able to stop myself. She's too tempting, and while I try to maintain an air of control, I'm always fighting my sadistic instincts.

Every single day is a battle against myself.

I stand and walk toward her desk, noting the way she keeps her focus down. Her head bowed in perfect submission, as if everyth