Mireya's hands trembled as she reached for the fastenings of her outfit. Every movement felt heavy, weighed down by the sheer intensity radiating from Rex.
She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to meet his predatory gaze, trying to maintain some semblance of the dignity she called her pride. Even as her fingers fumbled with the buttons, her mind raced with the realization of her predicament.
'He isn't bluffing,' she thought. "He would truly destroy everything if I tried to push it ever further."
'But this is my punishment... because of how naive and stupid I am...'
'My pride... my ego... everything leads me to this.'
Slowly, the layers fell away. First the cape, then the shirt, pooling on the floor around her kneeling form.
The cool air of the room bit at her skin, but the heat coming from Rex was far more overwhelming. She worked her way down, shedding her skirt and stockings until she was left in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties.
