Chapter 108 I Am His Mistress
Iva’s P.O.V.
I can’t believe this is happening.
My heart is still racing, but not from the panic that was suffocating me only twenty minutes ago. Will always knows how to pull me out of the darkness.
And tonight… he has done something I never imagined he would do.
“What's next, Madam?” The word Madam sends a strange shiver through me.
He is kneeling in front of me, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with steady breaths. The man who commands the world, the man who owns my body and soul, is waiting for me.
I swallow slowly, still trying to process the impossible sight in front of me.
It feels surreal, almost dizzying. The man who loves control more than anything… is willingly surrendering it.
And I know exactly why.
He’s doing something he would never even consider doing… just for me. Just to save me from myself. Just to pull me out of that dark place.
My chest tightens for a moment. But then something shifts inside me.
A small spark. Confidence. Curiosity. Maybe even… mischief.
"Stand up.” My voice is still a bit shaky, but it grows stronger as he obeys instantly, rising to his full, intimidating height. "Go to the St. Andrew's Cross."
For the first time since the panic attack began, I feel completely focused. Completely present.
He walks over without a word, his expression unreadable, though I see the slight flare of his nostrils. His every step is reminding me that this is real. That tonight… he has placed himself in my hands.
"Get completely naked.” My eyes track his every move.
He sheds the rest of his clothes. I’ve seen him naked a thousand times, but tonight, his nudity feels like a surrender. I step toward him and pick up the leather straps. My fingers brush against his warm skin as I secure his wrists and ankles to the wooden frame.
I stand back to look at him. He is spread wide, vulnerable and exposed. "Now you're in my control, Will.”
His lips curve into a smile. “Yes, Madam. I’m all yours.”
I walk over to the toy cabinet and pick up a ring vibrator. I walk back to him as the hum of the device vibrates through my palm. I slide it onto his dick, clicking it to the highest setting. He hisses and his muscles jump under the sudden, intense stimulation.
"Don't you dare cum without my permission," I warn in the exact tone he uses on me.
Minutes pass. The room is filled with the buzz of the vibrator and the sound of Will’s deepening grunts. He’s straining against the leather cuffs, his head thrashing against the wood.
“Iva... Professor... please,” he requests, his eyes filled with a desperate need. “Let me cum. I can’t... I’m right there.”
I just watch him, a small, wicked smile playing on my lips. For the first time, I understand the rush Will feels when he holds my pleasure in his hands. I love being dominated by him, but this? Controlling him feels like a different kind of medicine. He has tortured me so many times on this very cross. Tonight, I’m taking my revenge.
“No,” I deny, leaning in close so he can feel my breath. “You can’t.”
“Professor... you’re taking it too far. Let me—”
This power feels unfamiliar. But intoxicating. For years, I’ve lived under his rules… his commands… his punishments, and now I understand why he enjoys control so much. Why it makes him feel powerful. Because right now… I feel it too.
And for the first time in days…The pain. The hospital. The memories. They’re not screaming inside my head anymore. They’ve been pushed aside. Replaced by this moment. By him. By the strange, dangerous power he has placed in my hands.
“Beg me properly.” I lean down and bite his nipple, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck!” he screams, the sound echoing through the soundproof walls. “Let me fucking cum! I’m your Master, Professor!”
“Not tonight. You gave me the right, Will. Remember?” An evil grin spreads across my face. I can’t let this opportunity to control my Master slip away. He gave me this power himself, and I’m enjoying it far too much to let it go.
“God! I can’t take it!” His body is rigid, his veins popping as he fights the inevitable.
“If you cum, you have to face the consequences,” I warn, circling him like a predator.
Revenge has never felt this good before. I laugh to myself.
“I don’t care. I can’t control it!” He bellows, clenching his hands before his body suddenly goes into a violent convulsion. He explodes. A loud groan tears from his throat as he spends himself against my command.
I walk over to the wall to grab a leather crop. “Tsk tsk. You’re a bad little boy, Will. You couldn’t control it.”
“Professor, open the straps,” he orders, his head hanging low, sweat dripping from his chin. “It’s over now. I can’t take any more.”
The submissive Iva inside of me is screaming to listen to him, to obey the Master. But the power is too intoxicating to let go of just yet. I’ve completely forgotten why he brought me here. The grief is gone. The pain is gone. There is only the weight of this crop in my hand.
I have never felt so powerful in my entire life.
“I’m your Mistress tonight.” I drag the tip of the crop down his chest, over his belly, and stopping just above his thighs. “So it’s not over until I say so.”
“It’s torture.” He looks at me with eyes that are starting to see the monster he created tonight.
“I know very well,” I wink. “And I’ve learned from the best how to make it even more torturous.”
I raise my arm and bring the crop down with a crack against his thigh. He flinches, and I realise I’m not just his wife anymore, tonight, I am his Mistress.