The days after that second night felt different. Marcus didn’t rush anything, but he slowly started weaving his control into their everyday life. It was subtle at first, but it left Lila constantly aware of him.
In the mornings he would choose her underwear — sometimes a lacy set, sometimes nothing at all. One Tuesday he handed her a small vibrating egg and told her to slip it inside before she left for work. All day he sent short texts: “Turn it on low for ten minutes during your meeting.” “Edge yourself in the bathroom but don’t come.” By the time she got home, she was soaked and trembling with need.
Marcus would reward her obedience with praise and slow, teasing touches. If she disobeyed even a little, he would deny her orgasm that night and make her watch while he stroked himself. Th
