Chapter 157 - Nova

Chapter 157 - Nova
We walked up to the house together, the gravel crunching softly beneath our boots. The air between us had weight—thick, unspoken things hanging there, heavier than the heat still clinging to my skin. I could feel Santiago’s presence beside me like static, humming just close enough to touch, but restrained.
When I reached for the door, his hand caught my wrist. A firm grip, not rough—just enough to command my stillness.
He nodded toward James and Levi. “Go ahead,” he told them quietly. They obeyed without question, disappearing into the warm glow of the house.
When we were alone, Santiago exhaled. My name left his lips like a confession.
“Nova.”
The sound of it stopped me. Not the word, but the way he said it—stripped of dominance, almost unsure.
“I know you’re angry with me,” he began. “Though I’m not even sure why. I—” He hesitated, his hand falling away from my wrist. “I don’t know why I was cruel just now.”
I turned to look at him, startled by the softness in his voice. Santiago rarely stumbled. His control was part of his identity. Watching him struggle for words disarmed me more than any order ever had.
“I mean, you deserve your release as much as we do,” he continued, the words tumbling out of him, unpolished and sincere. “That’s not—this wasn’t supposed to be punishment. I just—”
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the quick rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm. His heat seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Santiago, stop,” I said softly.
He did. His breath caught.
“I may not remember everything about who I was before,” I said. “I may not understand who Alessia was. But this—” I gestured between us, to the invisible thread that always seemed to pull taut whenever we were near. “This is who I am now. Maybe it’ll change someday, maybe not. But for now, it helps me to be yours. To stop thinking and just… feel. To lose myself in being your pet. It’s the only time I stop wondering about my life and start actually living it.”
The words came out steadier than I expected. I hadn’t even known I needed to say them until they were there—raw and unguarded.
Santiago drew in a breath and released it slowly. His shoulders eased. The lines around his mouth softened. For a moment, he didn’t look like the man who commanded me, but the man who wanted to understand me.
“But you’re still mad,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” I admitted. The word hung between us, simple and sharp.
He looked almost wounded. “I don’t know what I did, Nova.”
“You called me a responsibility.”
His eyes flicked up to mine, confusion and realization flickering in equal measure.
“I did,” he said slowly. “Because you are. You’re my submissive, my pet. Which means I take care of you. I’m responsible for you.”
He said it as if it were obvious, a fact of nature. But something in it stung, anyway.
“Is that all I am to you?” I asked quietly. “A responsibility?”
The question unsettled him. He ran a hand through his hair, breaking eye contact, looking more human than I’d ever seen him. The silence stretched until I thought he wouldn’t answer.
“I… I care for you,” he said finally, voice roughened with honesty. “I want to take care of you.”
“As a responsibility,” I said, my tone careful, almost accusing.
He shook his head sharply. “No. As a person. As a woman who trusts me enough to give me this much power.” His gaze lifted, burning now, raw again. “And—if you still want it—also as our pet.”
The distinction shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. It cracked something open inside me that I hadn’t realized was clenched. It wasn’t a promise of love or permanence—it was recognition.
And somehow, that was everything.
“So,” I said, forcing a breath, “what happens now?”
A slow, devilish grin curved his lips. The shift in his expression was so fluid it made my stomach twist. Power reclaimed its place in his posture, his tone. The moment of vulnerability had passed, transformed into something darker, more certain.
“Do you still want to come, pet?”
The question slipped into me like a hand closing around my throat. His voice dropped lower, smoother—dangerous in the way that made every nerve in my body remember who I was to him.
“Yes, master,” I whispered.
He leaned close enough for his breath to brush my ear. “Then you know what to do.”
His hand left my arm only to push the door open. Warm light spilled across the threshold, catching the glint of his grin. He stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter first.
And just like that, the dynamic shifted again—command restored, hierarchy set. The moment of honesty became another layer between us, a hidden thread binding control to care, surrender to power.
I stepped inside on trembling legs, feeling the air of the house change as soon as I crossed the line. Every breath I drew carried the weight of his expectation, the echo of his words.

I lowered myself to the ground, the cool surface pressing against my knees as I began to crawl toward the living room. The sound of my own breath filled the silence — slow, measured, almost trembling — each inhale sharpening the edge of anticipation that coiled through me.
“Pet?” Santiago’s voice cut through the stillness, low and deliberate.
I froze mid-movement, glancing back over my shoulder. His expression was carved from control — dark eyes that left no room for disobedience, no softness to cling to. “Lose the skirt,” he said, the command carrying a weight that made my pulse stumble. “I want to see you bare. I want to see your ass and my cum dripping from it.”
The air between us tightened. I obeyed without question, feeling the heat of vulnerability spread across my skin. When I continued crawling, the rhythm of movement became something almost ritualistic — each shift of my weight a small act of surrender.
At the threshold of the room, I waited. Santiago approached from behind, his presence immense, his shadow folding over me. He brushed his hand against me, not as a caress but as a reminder of who held power here — and then, sharply, his palm connected with me. A jolt of sensation radiated outward, pain and pleasure tangled together.
“Make everyone happy, pet,” he murmured near my ear, his voice low enough to vibrate in my chest. “You know what your orgasm depends on.”
When he opened the door, the room felt charged — thick with expectation and the heat of unspoken rules. Levi was the first I saw, seated casually but watching me with an intensity that made the air seem thinner.
“Well, look who we have here,” he said, his tone half amusement, half claim. “Undress and suck my dick.”
There was no hesitation left in me. Each motion — each breath — was dictated by the gravity of their gazes. The space seemed to shift with every heartbeat, filled with their presence, their approval, their quiet, collective hunger for obedience. I pulled his cock out of his pants, and licked him up and down.
Behind me, movement — a voice, rough and close: Can I? The words made my body tighten with awareness. Hands found me, not gentle but precise, tracing the edges of control they had carved into me over time. Slaps hit my ass in a steady rhythm.
I focused on Levi’s dick before me, but the other touch anchored me, grounding me in something raw and wordless. My body responded against my will — trembling, tense, aware of the rhythm they demanded without needing to hear it spoken aloud. Pain slowly turned into pleasure.
I closed my mouth around his dick, and I heard Levi’s low groan. The slaps against my ass were forcing me deeper onto Levi’s cock one at a time, until I gagged. Levi’s moans only got louder as I did. I sucked harder and the smacks got harder and even more frequent. My ass was warm and tingling, while I felt liquid dripping down my thighs from my pussy.
Levi caught my head with one of his hands, and he pushed me hard on his dick while he thrusted into my throat. I gasped at the feeling of fingers running through my folds, teasing me. I whimpered at the feeling and received a slap on my hanging tit as a result. It surprised me but aroused me at the same time.
“Yes! Do that again, Belen. Her mouth clenched around my cock.”, Levi groaned. He pushed my head down again, while the slaps on my tits continued. And the moment that Levi groaned and unleashed his hot seed in my mouth, Belen hit my pussy.