All Chapters of Pleasure Under His Command : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The next morning, Izzy arrived at work, her heart heavy and restless from the previous night. She tried to focus on her tasks, but every sound made her glance at the clock, hoping he would show up, hoping for any message.By mid-morning, Dominic walked in. He was calm, collected, and utterly unbothered. His sharp eyes scanned the room, but when they landed on her, he didn’t acknowledge her at all. Not a nod, not a glance. Just business as usual.Sienna was there too, casually leaning against a counter, chatting with a few colleagues. Her smile was bright, too familiar, and Izzy felt the old pang of jealousy curl tight in her chest. She reminded herself to stay professional, but every time Dominic looked her way… though he didn’t stop to speak to her... her stomach twisted.The morning dragged on, each hour heavier than the last. Dominic ignored her completely, keeping his distance, and Sienna seemed all too happy to be around him. Izzy’s hands shook slightly as she typed reports, her

Dominic’s grip on her tightened, one hand resting firmly on her waist while the other squeezed her ass hard.“Fuck,” he muttered, voice low and rough, eyes dark with need. “Let’s forget about everything else… just for tonight.”Before she could respond, his lips were on hers again, hard and claiming, pressing her against him. The kiss was fierce, desperate, and full of hunger, his tongue seeking hers as if he could make up for all the time they’d spent apart.Izzy’s hands curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, her body melting against his. Her breath hitched as heat pooled between them, every second stretching with raw, urgent desire. She could feel the fire in him, the way he wanted her, and it made her own need surge, leaving them both trembling in each other’s arms.He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, voice rough and ragged. “Tonight… it’s only us. No wedding, no bullshit… just you and me.”Her lips curved into a shaky, breathless smile. “Just us,” she whispe

Maya gently took Izzy’s hand, her fingers warm and steady against the tremble she felt there.“Come,” she said softly, her voice wrapping around Izzy like a blanket. “Sit.”They moved back to the couch together. Izzy curled her legs beneath her, small and folded in on herself, as if trying to take up less space in a world that suddenly felt too loud. Her eyes were glassy. Fragile. The kind of fragile that came after holding everything in for far too long.Maya turned fully toward her, tucking one leg under her body so there was no distance between them.“I’m going to tell you something,” she said gently but firmly. “And I need you to really hear me. Not just listen… hear me.”Izzy nodded, though her throat felt tight. She wasn’t sure she trusted her voice.Maya reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from Izzy’s face, her touch tender, almost protective.“I hope you find someone who always chooses you,” Maya began, her eyes unwavering. “Not when it’s convenient. Not when it’s eas

The next morning, Izzy woke up feeling a little heavier than usual, the weight of last night’s emotions still lingering. She stretched, blinking against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, and slowly got out of bed. Dressing for work felt automatic, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Dominic, Maya's words and the tangled mess of her heart.By the time she stepped into the kitchen, Maya was already there, humming softly as she prepared breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread filled the apartment, and for a moment, Izzy felt a small, comforting pull. She sure had missed her.Maya placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of her and handed her a perfectly browned slice of toast. “Hey honeybee,” she said with a soft smile. “Fuel for the day. You need to face the world with a little caffeine and carbs in your system.”Izzy managed a small laugh, taking the coffee in both hands. The warmth seeped into her fingers and spread slowly through her chest, calming some of

Izzy slung her bag over her shoulder, her hands still shaking. The office felt suffocating, full of whispers and sideways glances, and the thought of going home…. empty, quiet, and alone… made her chest tighten even more.She needed air. She needed to get out of there before the weight of everything crushed her completely.Without thinking too much, she walked out into the cool morning air, the city lights blurring around her as her mind raced. She didn’t know where she was going at first, but her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, leading her down familiar streets until she found herself in front of a small bar she’d passed a hundred times.The neon sign flickered…. The Rusty Lantern.” She paused, took a shaky breath, and pushed the door open. The warmth and hum of conversation hit her immediately. It smelled like whiskey and wood polish, and somewhere in the background, a slow jazz tune played.She found an empty stool at the bar, sliding onto it with a sigh that seemed to sha