90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Arlari's POVTime passed, and the house felt quiet, as if it were holding its breath.When Severiano finally returned, the front door opened without noise, like even the hinges were scared of him. He stepped inside with the same calm energy someone might use after a casual walk, not a fight that sent half the guards running like their lives depended on it. His shirt was clean. His hands were steady. His face was unreadable.He looked untouched by chaos.And he didn’t look at me. Not even once.He walked past the living room without slowing down. His shoes hit the floor like quiet commands. Every step, he said, he didn’t owe anyone an explanation. That he didn’t need to prove himself. That he was danger wrapped in control.Irene sat beside me, her knee brushing mine. “He’s back,” she whispered, her voice low.I nodded, but my throat felt tight. “He didn’t look hurt.”“He never looks hurt.” Irene leaned against the couch, tired but still sharp. “That doesn’t mean he isn’t. But you won’t

Arlari's POVThe hallway felt colder tonight. Too quiet. Too long. Every step echoed behind me like someone else was following, even though I knew I was alone.Esteban’s words still rang in my head.If you want him, go to where he is weakest.You start in the playroom.You initiate.I kept replaying them like a broken recording. My hands were shaking again. I shoved them into the pockets of my pants and kept walking.I hated that I was scared. I was disappointed that the plan didn't go through as I had expected. I hated being tied to him still. His worldMy plan had fallen apart. Seduction had failed. My pride felt bruised. My brain felt tired. But I needed some sense of power again. Some sense of choice. Even if it was small.And walking to that room felt like a choice.I stopped at the door. The black wooden frame loomed over me, silent and cold. The sign KEEP OUT is still boldly written in it. I pressed my palm against the surface. Warm.I took a deep breath and pushed the door ope

Arlari’s POVWork started early.The building was already awake when I arrived. Guards at every corner. Quiet voices. Shoes polished enough to reflect the ceiling lights. Everything smelled like money and control.I went straight to the tech room.Today was different. I was not here to assist or observe. Today, I was here to teach.The programmers were already seated. All men. All experienced. All wearing that same look people get when they think they know more than you. Laptops open. Arms crossed. Waiting.I placed my bag down and connected my laptop to the main screen.No introductions. No speeches.“We’re optimizing your internal encryption,” I said. “Your system works, but it’s slow. And slow gets you caught.”That got their attention.I started simple. I explained the structure of their current code. Where it lagged. Where it repeated itself. Where it trusted too much. I spoke clearly. Calm. No rush.As I coded, the room changed.Questions stopped being sarcastic. Then they start

Arlari’s POVThe next morning I was all dressed up.Not in anything soft or tempting. Not in anything that asked for attention. The clothes were clean, sharp, and intentional.Black trousers that fit without clinging. A blouse buttoned high enough to be proper, tailored enough to matter. Flat shoes to avoid making an entrance. Hair pulled back tight. Controlled.This wasn’t about comfort. This was about placement.A woman I didn’t know adjusted my sleeves and stepped away without a word. I didn't have the time to look at myself in the mirror. Or maybe I didn't care.But I caught my reflection in the glass wall anyway. I looked composed. Professional. Untouchable in a way that wasn’t gentle.When I stepped into the hallway, everything shifted.People noticed.Guards straightened their backs. Staff paused mid-step. Conversations lowered as I passed. No one stared openly, but no one ignored me either. I felt the attention like pressure on my skin.Rafael waited near the elevator.“Traini

Arlari’s POVDinner was not an invitation. It was an instruction.I was told the time that morning. No explanation. Just a quiet message delivered through Rafael, his voice was careful, his eyes avoided mine.“Be ready by seven,” he said.That was all. No further explanation.An hour before sunset, a dress appeared on my bed. Black. Long sleeves. High collar. No slit. No softness. It was not meant to flatter me. It was meant to erase me. To keep all eyes away from me.There was no jewelry laid out. No shoes to choose from. Even my hair was expected a certain way. Pulled back. Exposed neck. Clean lines.Even my looks were controlled.With Irene's help I got dressed, as she kept reassuring me that everything would be fine.Yeah, right. Like it was my first time attending an event with Severiano. Nothing is totally fine around him.The memories of the Kegel balls he put inside me flooded my mind. His toes teasing my clit, before plunging into my pussy. My cheeks turned red from embarrass