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AUTHOR’S POV “Good girl. Now lie down and spread that pretty virgin pussy for me. Let daddy have a taste.”Rhea just stood there bare, while Rowan sat back on his chair, his hard length visible, her eyes glued on Rhea.She lowered herself onto the silk sheets, the fabric cool and slippery against her backside. With a trembling exhale, she parted her thighs slowly, exposing the glistening, pink folds of her pussy to his predatory stare.Rowan remained still for a heartbeat, his eyes tracking the slight tremor in her knees."Spread those legs wider, Little Mouse."His voice was a low grate, a command that brooked no hesitation. Rhea obeyed, pushing her knees toward her shoulders until she was completely open, her center bared and pulsing. A sudden draft swept across her damp heat, sending a violent shiver through her spine.Rowan rose from the chair. He didn't rush; he prowled. He knelt between her spread legs, his presence blotting out the light. The scent of him—sandalwood and someth

RHEA’S POVMaybe he hadn’t really fallen in love the way I thought.Because for the next few days, he still came back with different women. But the dynamic had shifted. His door would be left open now, and they’d be deep in a heavy make-out session right there where I could see before he finally pulled them into the room. And I stayed glued to the window, watching every single time.I made excuses for him. He was easing into this slowly, adjusting. He couldn’t abandon all his past girlfriends overnight. That’s what I told myself.But not only had he been bringing other women home, he still hadn’t touched me. Whenever I reached for him, he caught my hand mid-air and whispered, “Not yet.”One night we had dinner together, and before he left, he said in that stern voice he always used, “I’ll be coming to your room tonight.”Those words sent me flying. I called Lyra immediately, asking for every tip she had on making sure I was fresh and ready. He was going to finally do it. That much I w

RHEA’S POV“I’m ready.” I blurted out.A smile crossed his lips immediately. “Good girl.” He gestured me in.I smiled awkwardly as I stepped into his room, my heart still racing, a part of me screaming to turn back around.But I went ahead anyway.I sat on the chair he offered, and he pulled out a file, sliding the contents toward me. A neatly folded piece of paper. I glanced at him. He nodded. I swallowed hard and opened it.A contract. Like he already knew I was coming back.As I read through the first page, my palms began to sweat. It was stated clearly that I would willingly submit myself to him, Mr. Rowan, and address him as Master from that day forward.I kept swallowing as I flipped through the pages. Instructions, mostly. What to wear. Where to go. What to do. Every form of control you could imagine, laid out in neat, unbothered sentences.Then the next page stopped me cold.A long list of sexual activities I was willing to try. So many of them I didn’t even know what they mea

RHEA’S POV“Don’t touch yourself until I come back,” he ordered.My frustration spiked almost immediately. I had been looking forward to getting home so I could finish what he started, and now even that was taken from me.Maybe he’ll be back early, I told myself.The moment I got home, I took a long shower, letting myself soak in the sweet scent of my soap, then slipped into my nightie.I sat for hours, resisting the urge to pull out my vibrator or at least use my hand. I read my notes, called Lyra, and called my dad. I tried everything I could think of to fight the feeling, but none of it did a single thing, and there I was, eventually humping a pillow like I had lost my mind.Hours passed and Rowan still wasn’t back. I kept glancing at the window at every small movement outside.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled out my vibrator, telling myself it wasn’t like he could actually see me.The moment it touched my clit, my head flew back. My whole body shivered from the contac

AUTHOR’S POVAfter that session, Rhea could barely move. Her clit throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that followed her everywhere. Rowan had to shower her down himself and put her to bed, quiet and careful about it in a way she hadn’t expected from him.It was supposed to make her feel good, and parts of it had, but she was in too much pain to think straight, and still she couldn’t find it in herself to blame him. That bothered her more than the pain did.When she went back to school, she told Lyra she’d fallen. Lyra didn’t believe her, not for a second, but she didn’t push. She knew Rhea well enough to know that when she was ready to talk, she would.One weekend, Rhea sat in her room with her eyes fixed on the window, watching for any sign of Rowan. She hadn’t seen him since that day. She had even lingered outside the house several times but no sight of him. She wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling sitting heavy in her chest. Maybe she was bad at being a sub. Maybe he was alre