“I said we’re done,” 1 clarified, the words heavy on my tongue. “Get dress. I’ll take you home.”
Because 7 wasn’t fit to train him tonight.
Not when I’d let my jealousy blind me.
And not when I knew–without a doubt that I’d hurt the one person who rusted me enough to kneel,
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And just like that, it was over.
No more orders. No more tension. No more punishment hanging over my head like a storm waiting to break. I should’ve felt relieved. Victorious, even. I’d stood my ground. Told the truth. Forced him to see me–not just as his submissive, but as a person with boundaries, pride,
emotions.
But I didn’t feel like I’d won anything.
I sat there for a moment, still naked, chest still heaving from where I’d sobbed through my words. My body ached, skin stung, and my throat felt like it had been rubbed raw with sandpaper. But it wasn’t the lashes or the humiliation that stayed with me. It was the look on his face when he realized he’d been wrong.
Not just wrong. Guilty.
He’d punished me for the right reason–but in the wrong state of mind. And the second he realized that, he stopped.
He could’ve kept going. Justified it with my language, my disrespect, my bratty outbursts. God knows I’d deserved most of it. I had cursed. I had pushed. I’d even weaponized my tone to piss him off and force a reaction.
But he didn’t punish me for any of that–not after he knew the truth.
He stopped.
Because he couldn’t go on knowing he’d crossed a line.
And that… that said more about him than any lecture or scolding ever could. It was discipline, sure. But it was also integrity. Control.
That moment burned into me. The way he looked down, jaw tight, chest rising and falling like he hated himself for what he’d almost done. Like he wanted to take the weight off my shoulders but didn’t know how.
The truth was… I hadn’t handled today well either.
I’d lied to Keon in front of him. I hadn’t thought how that lie might land in the wrong ears. I hadn’t thought how he might feel if he thought I’d slept with someone else.
And if I were honest with myself–truly honest?
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If I ever found out he’d touched someone else, I’d lose it. No rules or contacts would matter. I’d go feral.
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But I hadn’t thought of that. Hadn’t considered what my actions might look like from the outside. I’d just been angry. Petty…. And then I’d
blown up at him,
Cursed at him.
Disrespected the one man who’d never failed to see me–to fight for me–en when I didn’t know how to fight for myself.
He stood there now by the door, his broad shoulders tense as he waited for me to move. To dress. To leave.
Maybe just for the night.
Maybe for good.
Either way, I couldn’t do it.
Not like this.
I pushed myself up, grabbed my clothes off the chair, but didn’t put them on. I stepped toward him, every movement slow, deliberate. My heart pounded as I searched for words that felt too big for my mouth. But this time, I wouldn’t lie. I wouldn’t posture.
“No, Sir,” I said quietly.
He turned, startled.
“I’m not leaving.”
A pause.
His brows pulled together slightly, that unreadable expression he wore when calculating whether to challenge me or hold me.
“I’m staying,” I said again, firmer now. “If that’s still allowed.”
Something flickered in his eyes–something dangerous and devastating and warm all at once.
He didn’t speak.
But he didn’t tell me to leave either.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
