Our bedroom had been transformed from my father's austere space into something that reflected us both—luxurious but with darker undertones, the massive four-poster bed equipped with discreet attachment points for restraints.
Elin turned to face me as we entered, her expression fully in Goddess mode. "Strip. Everything off."
My fingers moved to my tie, loosening it with practiced ease. "Yes, Goddess."
She watched as I removed each article of clothing, her gaze appreciative but calculating. When I stood naked before her, she circled me slowly, trailing her fingertips across my shoulders, down my spine, around to my abdomen. Then with a single nail, she ran her finger up my chest, and hooked it in the heavier chain and lock that now set around my neck.
"You've been neglecting yourself," she observed, noting the tension in my muscles. "Too busy being Don Azzaro to remember who you belong to."
"I haven't forgotten," I whispered, my cock already hard and aching under her scrutiny.
"Haven't you?" Her hand moved lower, ghosting over my erection without quite touching it. "When was the last time you asked permission to touch yourself?"
I swallowed hard. "Five days ago, Goddess."
"And have you touched yourself since then?"
"No, Goddess."
Her smile was pleased but predatory. "Good boy. On the bed, on your back, arms above your head."
I moved to obey, stretching out on the cool burlap-colored duvet, positioning my arms as instructed. Elin opened the bedside drawer, removing leather cuffs that she secured around my wrists, attaching them to the hidden anchors in the headboard.
"You've been carrying so much weight," she murmured, running her hands down my chest. "Bearing so much responsibility."
"It's my duty," I replied, watching as she began to undress, revealing her body inch by tantalizing inch.
"Yes, but even Don Azzaro needs release." She stood naked beside the bed, all curves and strength. "Even a powerful man needs someone to surrender to."
My breath caught as she climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs. "I need you, Goddess."
"I know, Pretty Boy." Her hands splayed across my chest, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. "And I'm going to take care of you. But first, I think you need a reminder of who holds your leash."
She leaned forward, her lips finding my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I moaned, tugging instinctively at the restraints.
"Who do you belong to?" she demanded, her voice a silken command against my ear.
"You, Goddess." I gasped as her hand wrapped around my cock, giving it one firm stroke. "Only you."
"That's right." She sat up, still holding me in her grip. "And what happens when you forget that?"
"I'm punished," I whispered, anticipation coiling tight in my gut.
Her smile widened. "Precisely."
She released me, leaving my cock throbbing with need as she reached for something else in the drawer. When she turned back, she held a blindfold in one hand and a riding crop in the other.
"You've been making decisions all week," she said, sliding the blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. "Giving orders. Being obeyed. Now it's time to remember what it feels like to surrender control."
The first strike of the crop against my inner thigh made me jerk in surprise, the sting sharp but not painful. The second landed on my other thigh, slightly harder.
"Count," she ordered.
"One. Two," I began, focusing on the sensations as she continued, alternating between gentle taps and harder strikes that left my skin tingling.
By the time we reached ten, my body was humming with arousal, each strike sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. I was so hard it almost hurt, pre-cum leaking onto my stomach.
"Good boy," she praised, her hand soothing over the marks she'd left. "You take punishment so beautifully."
