Chapter 91: Surrendering to Pleasure

Bella, while surprised by the proposal, also feels excitement and curiosity.

“And how would that happen?”

Dylan gives her a naughty smile and a seductive expression, “If you’re curious, come to my room at 9:00 pm and I’ll show you.” He whispers in Bella’s ear, and she feels a fire pass through her body.

At the appointed time, Bella entered the room lit only by candles, the room scented with a subtle touch of sandalwood and jasmine. Her heart was beating fast, a mix of anxiety and excitement. She was wearing a tight black dress, made of soft fabric that seemed molded to her skin, while her eyes greens shone with a mix of desire and submission.

Dylan was waiting for her in the center of the room, his dominating presence filling the space. He was wearing a black linen shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong, tattooed forearms. In his hands he held a short leather whip that looked more like an accessory, but held the promise of control and pleasure.

“Come, Bella,” his deep voice rang out like an order that brooked no dispute. She obeyed, each step marked by the soft click of her heels on the hardwood floor. When she stopped in front of him, Dylan lifted her chin with two fingers, making her look up into his piercing eyes.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, his voice tight with intent. Bella just nodded, biting her lower lip lightly.

“Good girl,” he said, caressing her cheek before pulling away a little. “Take off your dress.”

With trembling fingers, Bella slid the zipper down, letting the dress fall around her ankles. She stood languidly before him, wearing only black lacy lingerie, every curve highlighted by the soft candlelight.

Dylan walked around her, assessing her like an artist before his masterpiece

“Perfect,” he murmured, before grabbing a length of red silk from a nearby table. 

“Give me your hands.” She obeyed without hesitation, and he expertly tied her wrists, the silk firm but not uncomfortable. “Now, kneel.” Bella knelt slowly, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt the power Dylan had over her. He lowered himself to her level, cupping her face in his hands. “Safety above all else. What’s the safe word?”

“Sapphire,” Bella replied without hesitation, and he smiled in satisfaction. 

“Good girl. Remember, you have ultimate control. Now, surrender yourself to me.” Dylan began by taking a soft feather from a nearby tray, sliding it down Bella’s neck and shoulders. Her skin prickled, and she let out a gasp as the soft texture teased every exposed nerve. Next he used the short crop, lightly tapping her inner thighs, alternating between firm and soft strokes. Each stroke was followed by a caress from his warm hands, soothing the area and heightening its sensitivity. He also took a low candle, made of special wax for temperature play, and slowly tilted it over her back. The heat of the dripping liquid wax caused moans to echo through the room. Bella writhed, but never tried to escape, her body shaking between delicious discomfort and pleasure. When he used a blindfold to cover her eyes, Bella felt all her other senses heighten. Dylan ran a cool metal chain over her breasts, making her gasp at the contrast between the heat of her skin and the coldness of the metal. He gently pinched her nipples, making her moan louder, and then let the chain rest there as she felt the weight and pressure. 

Finally, Dylan used a soft silicone plug, inserting it carefully while massaging her back. He guided each movement, watching her reactions carefully and stopping whenever she seemed to need a moment. Bella arched her body, her moans becoming more frequent as the pleasure built an intense wave inside her.

The time that followed was a mix of intense sensations and surrender. Every touch Dylan made, whether with his hands, the leather of the whip, the feather or the metal of the chain, was meticulously calculated to tease and please. He guided her through carefully negotiated boundaries, each gesture reinforcing the bond of trust between them. Bella moaned, sometimes in pleasure, sometimes in a kind of pain that ignited her arousal even more. When Dylan finally untied her, he held her tenderly, stroking her hair and whispering words of comfort. The contrast between his firm dominance and delicate care made Bella feel complete, safe in her vulnerability. 

“You were wonderful, my brunette,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She stared at him with desire still in her eyes.

“I’m ready for the next round.”

Dylan and Bella now fit their bodies together in perfect motion, as they exchanged kisses and caresses, their bodies sweating with pleasure, reliving the love of youth that had almost been lost in time, after a game of seduction and submission, nothing like a calm and loving sex. When they reached their limits, they lay down next to each other, Bella rests her head on Dylan’s defined chest, smiling, exhausted, but completely satisfied, knowing that she had surrendered herself and received everything she expected.

“What if I didn’t accept your game of being your submissive? Would you still ally yourself with me?”

“You know I would. I’ve been your ally since the first time my eyes met yours.”

“I don’t want to leave here ever again. How about we forget everything out there and stay here just making up for lost time?”

“I love that idea, but do you really want to leave your family’s legacy with Johnny?”

Bella sighed before answering, “No! I have to recover my family’s honor.” she says with determination

“Yes, and I’ll help you, but now how about we go back to what we were doing?”

Dylan teases once more, watching Bella smile in agreement and the two start all over again.

In the meantime, the atmosphere was not at all friendly between Rebecca and Johnny, who differed in their ideas.

“It makes more sense for us to leave this house and stay somewhere else, hiding, so we can come back with full force. Why don’t you want to understand?” Rebecca shouts in frustration

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand. This place represents my victory and leaving it behind for me is admitting defeat.”

“Johnny, if we stay here we’ll have a target right in the middle of our backs and I’m not saying we should temporarily leave everything behind.”

“Boss, Rebecca might be right. We need to leave the Hahn mansion for now, strengthen ourselves and go back to this war with everything we have.”

“I think I have no choice, I’m going to pack my things. Tell the employees and you guys can get ready too.” Johnny said, feeling defeated, slowly climbing the stairs until he reached the room he had shared with Bella for years. While he was packing his bags, he remembered some rare moments he had with her. He remembered that at the beginning of their marriage, despite his father always having a plan against the Hahn family, he really wanted to marry Bella because he liked her. For three years they lived a happy marriage. A loud sigh echoed just as Rebecca entered the room: "Are you crying? It's just a house and when we win this war we will return triumphant."

"I'm not crying, I'm just remembering." 

"Remembering what?" 

"Did you know that Bella got pregnant when we were married for three years?"