He had her bent over the table, jeans tugged halfway down her hips, the cool air kissing the warm skin he'd just spanked red.

"Open," he ordered.

When she hesitated, his fingers slid between her thighs, slow, deliberate, finding her already soaked.

"Look at that," Advait murmured against her ear, voice dark with approval. "All that attitude and you're dripping for your tutor."

Esha's breath broke on a moan as he pushed one thick finger inside her, curling it just enough to make her knees buckle.

"Next time you score this low," he said, adding a second finger, stretching her open, "you'll take more than my hand."

She clenched around him, shame and need burning through her in equal measure.

He only smiled.

"Good girl. Now stay still while I decide how deep I'm going to ruin you tonight."

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What do you think about the blurb and the overall aesthetic?