All Chapters of You Are Still Mine: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21​I wake up with a determination that makes me terrified of myself. I go through my usual morning routine: showering, brushing my teeth, making coffee, eating breakfast... And last but not least, the clothes: this time I choose a black pencil skirt that hugs my hips and a white silk blouse—almost sheer—that hints at the color of my lace bra if the light hits it at just the right angle. I let my hair down, allowing wild chestnut waves to cascade over my shoulders, and paint my lips a dark shade of red. I apply my makeup in tones of brown, white, and black so my eyes stand out even more behind an impeccable winged liner.​If she wants silence, I will give her a visual scream; if she wants distance, I will shatter that space until there is no air left between us.​I have to prove to her that she can't avert her eyes from me either, just as I can't look away from her; that I exert an effect on her, just as she does on me.​When I arrive at the office, I don't wait for the interc

CHAPTER 23​"What do you mean the meeting is canceled, Camila?" Julian’s voice over the phone vibrates with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "I had the outline analysis completely ready to present to Ms. Murphy this afternoon."​I hold the receiver with a cool detachment I didn't know I possessed. I glance at the closed door of Amy’s office before answering.​"What I mean, Julian, is that Ms. Murphy has restructured the project dynamics for Nocturna," I say in a measured tone, entirely devoid of empathy. I know that everything I'm doing serves a very clear purpose—one I am fully determined to reach. "Your involvement in the editorial coordination is canceled as of right now. I will be handling direct communication with her."​"This is absurd!" he protests, raising his voice. "I've been working on this for weeks. Is this a joke? Let me talk to her directly..."​"There is nothing to talk about," I interrupt firmly. "Ms. Murphy's instructions are explicit and final. If you have any obje

CHAPTER 25​The transition into my new reality is as swift as the closing of a multimillion-dollar deal: there is no time for nostalgic farewells at my apartment, nor to clear the coffee cups or relics of a past life that suddenly feels like a black-and-white movie watched decades ago. Amy has decided my previous life is dead weight, and she does not allow her possessions to carry unnecessary burdens.​The black car drops us off at the private entrance to her building. The same doorman from the night before ushers us through with a discretion bordering on robotic. This time there is no sprinting or escaping through the lobby; I walk beside Amy, feeling the brush of her arm against my shoulder—owing to our height difference—a contact now sanctioned by a legal document resting inside her briefcase. The elevator, our confessional, ascends in a silence that no longer feels tense, but heavily expectant.​As we step into the penthouse, the lights turn on in a warm, low tone, bathing the mar

CHAPTER 27​The first thing I feel is her tongue tracing the soft folds of my vagina, parting them as she slips inside, savoring my entrance and my moisture. She glides her tongue up and down before wrapping her lips gently around the bud of my clitoris, sucking on it greedily. One of her fingers slips inside me, establishing a deep, rhythmic pace. I can’t take it anymore: I arch my back completely, reaching down to grab her hair with my bound hands, trying to press her face closer into me.​Amy devours me with an incredible blend of devotion and hunger. This woman isn't just making love to me: she is dismantling me, taking me apart piece by piece, shedding the structure of who I thought I was until nothing remains but the raw essence of what she wants me to be—a woman who finds her freedom in complete surrender.​Without a shred of shame, I press myself against her face, letting myself go completely under her mouth while her other hand slides up to pinch my nipple. I cry out in sheer

CHAPTER 29​"I can and I will," she states flatly, locking her icy blue eyes onto mine. "As of today, you have no room for distractions, nor for mediocre men demanding your time. Your attention belongs to me. I genuinely don't understand what part of 'you are completely mine' you haven't managed to grasp."​"I am not putting that up for debate, but I have a life, Amy!" I snap, baring my claws as frustration squeezes my chest. "I'm not a toy you can just lock away in a glass box! I have a mother and twin sisters back in Venezuela who depend on me financially. How do you expect me to cut off communication with the world when I have a family to support over there? I can't just forget where I come from or the weight I carry on my shoulders! I'm pretty sure being a submissive doesn't mean giving up everything!"​Amy remains completely silent throughout my outburst. She doesn't flinch; she simply observes me, measuring the fire in my eyes while my breathing comes fast and ragged. After a fe