ERICA

Donovan's sudden command to get dressed is accompanied by a sharp spank on my ass, making me jump. I catch the fiery gleam in his eyes, and my heart skips a beat. I quickly scramble to gather my belongings, my hands shaking slightly as I put on my undies and yellow jumpsuit.

I take a few moments to compose myself, brushing my hair and arranging it neatly. As I finish, my eyes meet Donovan's, and I feel a deep blush rise to my cheeks. The air is charged with tension, and I can sense the unspoken desire between us.

"Are we going now?" I ask with a bit of...