"I've heard you haven't met Mrs. Gyldenborg yet," I began, trying to initiate conversation. My nerves were evident as my words came out in a stutter rather than a question. Erik responded with a smile and calmly walked closer. I gripped the chair beside me for support as he came nearer. "Some nights, I can still hear your screams of pain in my head," he whispered, his words causing my heart to race. I felt a surge of arousal as my panties began to dampen. My chest heaved with anticipation as he continued, "I recall disciplining that beautiful ass and hearing you plead for me to stop." He stood directly in front of me. The scent of his cologne filled the air, enveloping me in its intoxicating aroma. I looked up at him, even with my high heels on, he still dwarfed me. Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, "Are you wet?" His raspy voice sent shivers down my spine, almost bringing me to the edge. An overwhelming desire to deny it washed over me, but instead, I averted my gaze. He grabbed my right ass cheek and drew me close, murmuring, "Let me feel you." His voice held me captive as he lifted my dress, causing me to let out a soft sigh.