Chapter 56 Weekend Trip
Iva’s P.O.V.
The next morning, I wake up with a smile, wrapped in a white sheet. But when I don’t see Will beside me, my smile vanishes.
Where is he? Last night, he punished me for leaving him alone in bed, and now he’s doing the same thing.
Then I spot him across the room. He’s bent over, packing a bag.
“Where are you going?” I ask, catching his attention.
He turns, grinning, his hands busy stuffing clothes into a bag. “Not only am I going. We’re going.”
I sit up straight, clutching the sheet to my chest. “Where?”
“Weekend trip. The one we couldn’t take before.”
And just like that… the memories slam back into me. That trip, the one we never made. The one that turned into one of the darkest chapters of my life. My mind flashes back… how I lied to him, how he misunderstood me, how everything shattered. Those days were hell. I seriously thought I’d never see the light again.
God, it wasn’t less than a nightmare.
But right now, looking at him, I know what matters isn’t the past. It’s that somehow, against all odds, we’ve found our way back to each other.
I stare at him, smiling through the tears. “I can’t believe this is happening again. We’re together again.”
He rushes to me, leans down, and pulls me in a hug so tight it steals my breath. His lips brush my ear as he murmurs, “Now nothing can separate us, Professor. I’ll stay with you until my last breath.”
By evening, after hours of travel from New York, we finally arrive at our destination, Boston Harbour. The city lights reflect over the water, making everything feel magical. The place is beautiful. I can’t wait to explore it with my man.
As soon as we step into our suite, he grabs me, spins me around and kisses me like he’s starving. Clothes scatter across the floor, moans echo off the walls, and we fuck each other with all the hunger of everything we lost and finally found again.
By the time night comes, I’m standing in front of the mirror, slipping into a fitted dress. As I apply a deep red lipstick, behind me, I see Will’s reflection approaching.
He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and places a kiss on my hair. “I feel so lucky to have you.”
I smile, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Me too, baby.”
For a moment, we don’t move. We just stare at each other through the mirror, our eyes filled with true emotions. Love shines between us in that silent gaze, stronger than any word.
He pulls back slightly, and I tilt my head toward him. “Where are we going?” I ask curiously, smoothing down my dress.
He smirks, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Tonight, I’m taking you to the club.”
“The club?” I raise a brow after turning toward him.
“You know about my dream. I want to explore every BDSM club before opening mine. Because when I open it… I want it to be the best.”
The way his eyes sparkle every time he talks about his dream, I always notice it. I really pray every day to fulfil all my man’s dreams. Because he deserves all the happiness.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close, and kiss him softly. “It will be the best, baby.”
His hands grip my waist tighter. “I know, everything will be best, because you’re there with me.”
“Always.”
And we kiss each other again.
The moment we step inside the BDSM club, my breath becomes heavy.
Everything is in shades of red and black. My eyes wander everywhere, women in collars, men with floggers, moans echoing from everywhere, chains hang from the ceiling, and cuffs glimmer against leather seats.
And Will is scanning everything, like he’s memorising every detail—the design of the club, the layout of the seating, the equipment, and everything.
And me? I can’t stop watching him. The way he stands with full confidence, in control, like this world belongs to him. Like he’s already envisioning the dream he told me about.
Then, his gaze stills on one of the stages, where a Dom ties his submissive in knots of rope, binding her arms behind her back. The same rope loops around her chest, shoulders, and thighs, lifting one leg into the air. It turns me on like hell.
But the stage show also reminds me that Will used to do this before meeting me. Does he miss it? Does he want to do it with me?
“Don’t you miss doing sessions like this?” I ask him after leaning closer.
His head whips toward me instantly, and his reply comes without a breath of hesitation. “Of course not. Because I remain lost in you and your thoughts since my eyes fell on you. Seriously, you did some kind of spell on me.”
My lips part, but no words come out. I go speechless like always. God… this man. He’s completely obsessed with me, and I can’t lie, I love every bit of it.
Before I can respond, a man in a fitted black suit approaches us with a polite smile.
“Mr Wilson,” he greets, bowing slightly. “Welcome. The owner asked me to make sure you’re taken care of tonight.”
I glance at Will, surprised, but he just nods casually. “My father has connections with him,” he murmurs, almost like it’s nothing. But I know better. Will never treat anything as nothing. He has his ways of using every advantage to build toward his dream.
The manager gestures. “Allow me to show you around.”
We follow him deeper into the club. Will’s hand never leaves the small of my back, making sure everyone knows that I belong to him.
The manager shows us the private rooms, soundproof, each designed for different tastes. A room lined with mirrors. Another with velvet walls and racks of chains and floggers.
Will inspects everything with a careful eye, his fingers brushing over furniture, the corners of the stage, the leather restraints. His mind is clearly working, noting what he likes, what he doesn’t, already building the blueprint of the club he dreams of opening.
And me? I’m just looking at him. The way his eyes gleam with ambition. The way his lips curl into a faint smirk every time something inspires him. The way he tightens his hold on me when another Dom glances at me too long.
It’s intoxicating.
As we move toward the VIP lounge, Will leans close to my ear. “Someday soon, Professor, I’ll build my own club. Better than this. And you’ll be the first one to kneel for me inside it.”
A shiver runs down my spine and my knees go weak at his words.
Seriously, I can’t wait for the day when I’ll be kneeling before him in the club of his dream.