Chapter 11: Lessons In Submission

Lucian set the bottle aside and spread the lube with both hands, palms gliding over her full breasts, rubbing it in slow, even circles until they were shiny.

“Yeah,” he whispered in a rough voice, “now rub that cock on your nipples. I want to feel how hard they get against me… how you squirm when I slide over them.”

Bella obeyed. She leaned forward, pressing her slick breasts together around his length again. She moved slowly at first, then faster, letting the swollen head of his cock drag across one stiff nipple, then the other. Each pass made her moan softly, body trembling as the friction sent sharp sparks through her.

Lucian watched her closely. He reached out, pinched one nipple between his thumb and finger, and flicked it hard. Bella shuddered hard, a sharp cry slipping from her lips as pleasure spread through her.

She dipped her head and took him back into her mouth, lips stretching wide. She swallowed him deep…deeper than before, throat working around him as she bobbed, slurping wetly, pleasing him.

Lucian gripped the back of her head, hips snapping up hard. “Yes, just like that, Rosabella. I’m about to cum in that bitchy mouth of yours. Take it, yeah? Swallow every drop… mm.”

He thrust deep one last time, hitting the back of her throat, and let go. Thick, hot spurts flooded her mouth. Bella swallowed fast, throat moving around him until he was empty.

He slipped out slowly and looked down at her with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

“You’re so good at this,” he said, voice low. “I don’t think any woman has ever pleased me like you do. That defiance of yours… I don't like it. keep it down. Be more obedient for me, and we won’t have any problems.”

Bella bowed her head, hot tears slipping down her cheeks.

Lucian tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Come on, don’t cry.” His thumb brushed away a tear. “I’ll enroll you in a university…the very best one in New York. But I will pick the course”

Lucian reached for his phone on the nightstand, thumbed through his contacts without looking at her, and pressed call.

It rang twice before a smooth voice answered on the other end.

“Hello, Mr. James,” Lucian said, tone calm and commanding. “I’d like to enroll someone at your university. Child development and home economics. She needs to start next week. She’s my nanny—I want her better suited for the role.”

He didn’t wait for much of a reply. A few polite exchanges, then he ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

Bella stared at him, wide eyed.

“I don’t want to study that course,” she said, voice shaking. “I want…”

“Get out of my room.” Lucian snapped . “I fulfilled your wish. Don’t push your luck.”

Bella flinched and straightened instantly. She grabbed her clothes and fled the room, shutting the door behind her with shaking hands.

Once inside her own room, she leaned against the door, chest heaving.

Bella… you’re finished, she thought bitterly. How did I not notice something was wrong? What kind of father refuses to hold his own child?

Her mind drifted back to the day she returned Zara to him, how he hadn’t looked worried, hadn’t even pretended to care.

She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking hard about what to do, searching for answers she already knew didn’t exist. As usual, there was nothing she could do.

She lay back slowly, staring at the ceiling.

“At least I’m not starving,” she murmured to herself. “I’m in a huge mansion… maybe he’s right. Maybe I should be more grateful.”

The words tasted hollow.

She reached for her phone, scrolling through TikTok, forcing herself to watch silly videos just to numb the thoughts spinning in her head. Eventually, exhaustion won. Her eyes fluttered shut, the phone slipping from her hand as sleep claimed her.

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(LUCIAN’S ROOM)

Lucian hadn’t been a child in decades, yet in his sleep, he was small again, standing helplessly watching two people who were supposed to love each other argue like cat and dog.

“I don’t love you, Herald.”

Elizabeth’s voice cut through the room, she was screaming at his father, who stood in front of her, holding her wrists like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Tears streamed down his face.

“What would Lucian do if you leave?” Herald pleaded. “I’ve given you everything, freedom, choice, love. And you still spread your legs for another man. You stole company money to fund him. Was that not enough?”

“I don’t care. That money was mine too…my hard work built it. I didn’t steal anything,”

“I can’t stand you. After today’s conference, we’re done.” she snapped.

Little Lucian stood frozen at the doorway, tears sliding down his cheeks as he watched his world fall apart.

The dream shifted…distorted, chaotic. Voices overlapped, memories crashing into each other.

Lucian twisted violently on the bed, sweat soaking his skin.

“I love you,” she moaned to another man, tangled in the sheets of the marriage bed and little lucian saw it all.

“Go to hell, Herald. You and your son. I don’t care if I gave birth to him or not. My happiness is all that matters. Do you really think I care that you love me? Leave me the fuck alone.”

Then another voice came.

“Reporting live—the pillars of Rodriguez Companies have been involved in a car crash. They’ve been confirmed dead.”

Lucian jolted awake.

His heart slammed against his ribs. Sweat dripped down his temples. His fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms.

He hated this.

The memories. His mother. The resentment never faded. Their marriage had been nothing but brief moments of joy buried under endless pain. The love had always been one-sided.

Only his father had loved.

Lucian reached into his drawer and swallowed a pill for his insomnia, but it did nothing. The tightness in his chest remained.

His thoughts drifted to Bella, and his jaw clenched.

With a scowl, he grabbed a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag, smoke filling his lungs as he exhaled slowly into the dark room.

“I, Lucian Rodriguez,” he muttered, voice cold and certain, “will never love or trust a woman.”