The morning sun came through the large windows, but it did not bring any warmth into the master bedroom.
Julius lay awake under the blankets, his body completely exhausted and his nerves stretched tight. He had barely slept a wink all night. Every time he shifted against the sheets, the tight, burning ache between his thighs flared up, reminding him of Harrison's cold command from the night before. His skin felt overly sensitive, and the lingering heat in his lower body was a constant, painful reminder of his unfinished punishment.
Harrison was already dressed in a clean white shirt and dark trousers, sitting at the small table near the window. He looked completely refreshed and calm, his face an expressionless mask as he read through some corporate papers. He turned a page slowly, the sound of the paper loud in the quiet room.
