The Canvas of Submission - Part 4

His command was absolute: her pleasure was his property. For almost a week, Laura has walked the razor's edge of obedience, her body a battlefield of illicit desire and forced restraint. She fought, but in the end, her own nature betrayed her. She broke his one, simple rule.

Now, the sweet memory of her stolen pleasure has curdled into a gnawing anxiety. Every every passing hour amplifies her guilt. Marco is a man who notices everything, a master who demands complete control. It’s not a question of if he will find out, but when. And when he does, will he see her transgression as a simple failure, or as the ultimate act of defiance? Laura is about to learn that in Marco’s world, every broken rule has a price, and some debts can only be paid in submission.

Tags: BDSM romance, Dark erotic romance, Dominant male, Submissive female, Billionaire romance, Ownership, Power play, Sex, Punishment, Spanking

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Almost a week had passed since Marco's last "visit." A week during which Laura lived in constant tension, in the silent prison of her luxurious studio. She tried to follow his instructions, she really tried. But the plug... that damned butt plug was a constant, silent tormentor.

The first day, she managed it somehow. The feeling of fullness, the constant gentle stimulation, was unsettling, but she was able to ignore it, to concentrate on her work, on painting. But by the second day... by the second day it was unbearable. The plug was making her terribly, insanely horny. Every movement, every time she sat down, every time she bent over was like fanning the flames in her groin anew. Her pussy was constantly wet, her clitoris pulsed almost nonstop, the desire for an orgasm was like a physical pain.

And so she broke the rule. On the second day, late at night, when she suspected Marco wouldn't be coming, when the silence of the studio was almost tangible, she secretly found relief. She locked herself in the bathroom, with the plug still inside her, and her fingers found their way to her clitoris. The orgasm came in a matter of seconds; it was fast, desperate, almost convulsive, but it brought at least a moment's relief from the unbearable tension. Afterward, she felt guilty, terrified of what would happen if Marco found out, but at the same time... a little triumphant. She had found a way to survive, to maintain at least a sliver of control over her body, even if it was in defiance of his strictest commands.

She had been doing it every day since then. Always in secret, always with a feeling of guilt and fear. She tried to do it late at night, when it was dark and the city outside the windows was asleep, or early in the morning, before she started working. Marco had always visited her in the evening so far, so she tried to be "clean" at that time, with no signs of a recent orgasm. But the plug... the plug kept her in a state of permanent arousal. It was a vicious cycle.