Chapter 20 Testing Her Limits
Will’s P.O.V.
The Next Evening
I sit at the bar counter of the BDSM club with a drink in my hand, hardly sipping. There are women in lace and leather, in collars, kneeling, laughing, and moaning.
But none of it excites me anymore.
None of it feels new. Or attractive.
Except her.
Iva.
She has taken over my mind. My senses. My fucking soul.
I don’t even want to imagine someone else submitting to me. The way she does that, and the way she looks at me when I whisper ‘good girl,’ or when I tighten her cuffs, damn, it’s incredible.
She has done something to me. Some kind of spell. And I’m not fighting it.
“Don’t you think this club can be better?” A guy sitting a few stools away mutters to a girl, swirling his drink.
“How?” she asks.
“Like, here everyone can fulfil their desires, sure, but it doesn’t even have a proper setup for bondage. No exclusive room. I miss my old city’s setup. There were punishment rooms, Voyeur Rooms, everything.”
“Don’t worry about it, Dominic, now I’m with you. That’s what matters, right?” She says, taking his hand in hers.
“Yeah.” He smirks, pulling her by the waist onto his lap.
I tune them out. But the words stay with me.
He’s not wrong.
This club, though decent, lacks privacy, flexibility, and purpose. No proper bondage rooms. No atmosphere to bring someone deeper into submission. Just open space, a few rooms.
I swirl my drink and lean back. Could it be changed? Could I make something better?
My mind begins racing with possibilities.
Until a sharp snap in front of my face drags me back.
I blink.
She’s here.
Iva.
She is wearing a blue satin dress and her glasses perched on her nose, just as I asked. No lenses tonight.
Like every time, my heart skips a beat as my eyes fall on her.
“You’ve been staring into space for two minutes.” She raises a brow at me. “Where were you lost?”
“Just… thinking.” I answer.
“About?”
“Later.” I stand up and pull her close, cupping her face in both hands. “First, come here.”
Without giving her a chance to reply, I take off her glasses carefully and kiss her.
Hard.
Her mouth opens for me like it always does, willingly, sweetly. My tongue claims hers. My hands slide to her buttocks, gripping them like she’s mine.
Because she is.
I grind myself against her, squeezing her round flesh and devouring her.
When I finally pull back, both of us breathless, I whisper against her lips, “Your lips are becoming my addiction.”
She smirks. “Only my lips?”
“No.” I lean in again, pressing my forehead to hers. “Everything.”
She’s panting now, her lips red from my kiss, and her chest rising and falling quickly under the dress.
I slide her glasses back on, adjusting them with care. “There. Perfect.”
She chuckles, “You and your obsession with my glasses.”
“You don’t get it.” I pull her closer. “When you wear them… you look like my professor. My fantasy. My submissive. My everything. All in one.”
Her lips part slightly, stunned at my words.
I didn’t mean to say that much.
But I did.
And I don’t take it back.
“Now you’re going to Room No. 2 and wait for me like a good girl.” I brush her hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear.
“Yes, Master.” She nods and turns around to walk without a second question.
That’s what makes her mine.
She doesn’t need to ask questions. She trusts me completely. Submits to me like it’s her purpose.
I watch her walk away, her heels clicking across the floor and her hips swaying.
Naked. Kneeling. In just her heels and specs. Damn! I never get enough of seeing her like that. That’s my heaven. Now I’m again hardening just thinking about it.
After a few minutes, I take the last sip of my drink, set my jacket, and start walking towards the room.
Tonight, I want to test Iva. Push her deeper. Give her unlimited orgasms. I want to see how much pleasure my woman can take.
I stand outside Room No. 2 for a moment, just imagining the way she’s waiting. Kneeling naked except for those glasses and heels in pure submission.
I let her wait longer than usual, just to make her crave it. I want her mind to race. I want her thighs to be trembling before I even walk in.
She has no idea what I’m planning.
And that’s what excites me. I'll ruin her in another kind that she is gonna love it for sure.
I finally push the door open and step inside.
She’s there.
In the centre of the room.
Knees apart, back straight, hands resting perfectly on her thighs. Head lowered. Her dark hair cascading forward. Her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling.
She doesn’t look up.
But she feels me. I can tell by the way her shoulders stiffen. She’s holding her breath, waiting for my order like a good girl.
I step closer until I’m standing right in front of her.
“Look at me, Professor,” I command in a dark tone.
Her eyes lift instantly. Those eyes. Behind those glasses. Full of devotion and hunger.
God, she’s perfect.
But now I want to see something else in her eyes.
I wrap one hand around her neck, and the other grips her hair tightly. Her eyes widen in shock, but she doesn’t pull away.
She never does.
She takes whatever I give to her.
I press my hand harder against her neck and my grip on her hair tightens as I pull her head back. I see her eyes begin to water, exactly what I want. Those eyes are silently begging for mercy, and her body is trembling.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with you tonight, Professor?” My grip remains tighter in both places.
She shakes her head. “No, Master…”
“Tonight, I’m going to test your limit.” I release her hair and move my thumb slowly across her lips. “Test how far your body can go. How much pleasure you can take before it turns into sweet, aching pain. You remember your safe word?”
“Yes.” She nods, her eyes have no fear or resistance.
“Good girl. Because tonight… You might need it.”
“I’m certain I’ll never have to use it with you.” Her lips lift to a smirk.
Fuck! This woman will be the death of me.