Mag-log inWill’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.
Will’s P.O.V.I had been waiting for this day.Seeing her walk back into the college this morning felt like watching the sun rise after weeks of darkness. After the nightmare we've lived through, seeing her try to reclaim her life felt like a small victory.When I dropped her off, I tried to keep my voice normal, my smile easy, but inside I was holding my breath.I wanted so badly to see my professor again. The confident woman who walks into a classroom and owns it.But I also know the truth. Her loss is huge. Bigger than anything either of us has ever faced. Healing from something like that doesn’t happen overnight, no matter how much we want it to.Still… seeing her step out of the car with her bag hanging on her shoulder gave me hope.So I return to work today too. The first real meeting I’ve attended in weeks. The marketing team was talking about numbers, contracts, and investments, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.With her.Every few seconds, my eyes drifted to my phone k
Iva’s P.O.V.We lie down in each other's arms. For the first time in forever, the dreadful memories of the past month leave my mind. I forget the haunting images and the hollow ache, and only remember his love. I feel peaceful as he presses a tender kiss on my forehead.***The next morning, the world feels slightly brighter. Will drops me off at the college, his eyes shining with a relief that makes my heart swell. He is so happy to see me stepping back into my old life, and for a moment, I believe I can do it.But trauma is a cruel teacher.In the middle of my second lecture, I’m standing in front of the blackboard with chalk in hand. Suddenly, the board transforms into the white walls of that hospital room, and the monster's face flashes in my mind. ‘I prayed for this baby every single day for years. Please, don't kill my little one... please.’ I hear my own voice begging, screaming for our baby’s life, only to be met with his mocking laughter.The chalk shakes in my hand, and my
Will’s P.O.V.Iva is now lying in my arms again. I feel so much at peace when I hold her close to me like this. I know she is right that we need to talk about our relationship. But I’ve been avoiding it. Every time she brings it up, I distract her, dominate her, punish her, not because I don’t car
Iva’s P.O.V.The waiter arrives and begins arranging our dinner on the table. The scent is mouthwatering. There is spiced pasta, warm garlic bread, and some kind of sizzling grilled meat that makes my stomach growl.“Wow…” I can’t able to tear my eyes away from the food.Will leans to the side, his
Will’s P.O.V.Fuck… I’ve never seen anything like this.I thought tonight would be the night Iva would finally use the safe word. I’d pushed her, teased her, pleasured her to the edge over and over. The electric dildo had her screaming my name and shaking with back-to-back orgasms. And still… she d
Will’s P.O.V.The Next EveningI sit at the bar counter of the BDSM club with a drink in my hand, hardly sipping. There are women in lace and leather, in collars, kneeling, laughing, and moaning.But none of it excites me anymore.None of it feels new. Or attractive. Except her.Iva.She has taken







