LOGINWill’s P.O.V.Every nerve in my body is screaming. The restriction of the leather, the cold wood of the cross against my back, and the stinging heat of the crop, it’s a sensory overload I never intended to experience from this side. The feeling of helplessness is driving me toward pure insanity. I am a man who commands thousands, a man whose word is law, yet here I am, splayed and shivering under the gaze of the woman I usually break.But despite the fire in my veins and the blow to my ego, I don’t regret it. Not for a single second. When every instinct in me is screaming to break free, to take control, to remind her exactly who I am. But I don’t.Because when I look at her… I see something I haven’t seen in days. Life. Her eyes aren’t distant anymore. They aren’t empty. They aren’t haunted. They’re burning. Focused. Alive.And if I have to walk through this particular hell to keep her from drowning in her grief, I’ll do it gladly. I love her more than my power. I love her more than
Iva’s P.O.V.I can’t believe this is happening.My heart is still racing, but not from the panic that was suffocating me only twenty minutes ago. Will always knows how to pull me out of the darkness.And tonight… he has done something I never imagined he would do.“What's next, Madam?” The word Madam sends a strange shiver through me.He is kneeling in front of me, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with steady breaths. The man who commands the world, the man who owns my body and soul, is waiting for me.I swallow slowly, still trying to process the impossible sight in front of me.It feels surreal, almost dizzying. The man who loves control more than anything… is willingly surrendering it.And I know exactly why.He’s doing something he would never even consider doing… just for me. Just to save me from myself. Just to pull me out of that dark place.My chest tightens for a moment. But then something shifts inside me. A small spark. Confidence. Curiosity. Maybe even… mi
Will’s P.O.V.It’s been a few days since the car session. A few days of pretending things are better.A few days of watching her trying to live normally, even though the panic attacks are tearing her apart from the inside.She smiles. She talks. She even laughs sometimes.But I see through it.I see the way her hands start trembling when certain topics come up. The way she gets lost in her world in the middle of a conversation. And at night… It’s worse.She wakes up gasping, clutching at me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her above water.It kills me to watch her like that. I want to help her.But I don’t know how.I’ve tried holding her, distracting her by controlling her, punishing her, anything that might pull her mind away from those dark spirals. Sometimes it works for a while.But the panic always finds its way back.Tonight, after dinner, I finally bring it up.“Iva,” I say carefully, sitting beside her on the sofa. “Maybe we should talk to a doctor.”She
Will’s P.O.V. Today, I gave her an order I knew would be nearly impossible to follow. My dominant side wanted her to obey me, but my darker side wanted her to fail. I wanted her to break the rule.Because if she disobeyed, it would give me a reason to push her further. To punish her.And that punishment feels like a solution.Because when she focuses on me… on my commands, my control, my consequences… she forgets everything else. The pain. The memories. The trauma. Even if it’s just for a moment.And I’m so damn tired of watching her suffer. So I’ll do anything to pull her out of that darkness. Now I’m nowhere near ready to end this session. I know something broke her at college today, and I will find out what it was. But first, I give her exactly what she begs for.She wants her pain taken away?I will drown it. I will heal her by making her forget everything except the fire I put in her blood.I miss her submissive side more than I can explain. For so long I have held myself back
Iva’s P.O.V.The dominance in Will's tone sends a different kind of shiver down my spine. I feel the spark of my submissive side flickering back to life, a part of me I thought the tragedy had killed.I love this side of him. It’s the only thing that lets me truly forget the pain."Will..." I try to thrust my hips against him, but he holds me in a tight grip."Did you hear me?" He leans forward and brushes his lips against my ear. "I’m in control of your body right now.""Yes." I moan as he gives a sudden thrust."Yes, what?" He spanks my butt hard with one hand while the other grabs my hair, pulling my head back."Yes, Master.""Good girl."He begins to thrust again in a slow rhythm. He hits the perfect spot over and over, pushing me right to the edge and then slowing down just as I’m about to break. He is torturing me in the most beautiful way. The grief that was a heavy stone in my chest is being replaced by a desperate need."Please," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoul
Iva’s P.O.V.It has been a few days since I started trying to live again, trying to push the pain into a corner of my mind where it can’t reach me. But trauma is a shadow that doesn't know how to leave.However, I’m glad Will is there by my side these days. He’s the best husband. The last lecture bell rings, and I let out a long breath of relief. I can’t concentrate. Teaching used to be my favourite thing in the world, but now it is a mountain I struggle to climb. I find myself zoning out at the chalkboard as the students' faces blur into a sea of white noise. I have to move on. I can't live like this.I pack my things into my handbag. The room is empty now, and the students are hurried off to their next lecture. I walk toward the staff room. I need to grab some notes from my locker before I head home.As I step inside, laughter fills the air."Oh my God, Olivia! I can't believe you're pregnant!" one of my colleagues exclaims with excitement.Another joyful voice follows immediately.
Iva’s P.O.V.After the last class, I sit alone in the empty classroom, waiting for Will. I’m trying to focus on the papers kept in front of me. My fingers move, but my mind isn’t here. It’s on him. On what’s about to happen. As the door creaks open, my heartbeat accelerates with just its sound. “
Iva's P.O.V. I never imagined I’d end up like this, tied, my legs spread, my wrists restrained, and my body completely exposed to a man I’ve only known for a month.But with Will… none of that scares me.In fact, I’ve never felt safer. I’m so excited, because my fantasies of being in someone’s co
Iva’s P.O.V. It’s been a week.A whole damn week since I last saw Will.And I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even notice. But I do.Every day I step into the lecture hall, my eyes automatically search for him… and every day, that seat in the front row stays empty.No smirks.No cocky winks.No double
Will’s P.O.V. As I pin her against the wall, she breathes out, startled, her eyes wide as they meet mine. "Will?"That expression on her face… It’s not just filled with shock. It’s something else. Relief. Maybe even happiness."What are you doing here, Professor?" I ask in a low and steady voice,







