Round 9

In the penthouse suite, Jeane's eyes locked onto Hera's bowed head, tracing a finger along her trembling jawline before parting her lips like a well-trained pet. The room held its collective breath as she commanded, "Open," her voice dripping with condescension. The air vibrated with tension, Halie's disapproval and Silra's amusement mingling with Hera's fear. Abby's eyes darted wildly about the room, her own knees buckling as she pressed back against the wall for support. Jeane's power was a palpable weight, oppressive and suffocating, yet Hera's submission seemed to fuel it, her body shaking with both fear and reluctant arousal.