♥ Chapter 16 ♥

Caterina Vossini. 

08:30 ''Axel's room. ''Valdoria.

I wake up feeling completely renewed, with a sense of revitalization and energy filling my body and mind. The first rays of sunlight filter through the window, and I realize that I'm still hugging my little one. A smile forms on my lips as I run my fingers gently over his body, admiring the marks that yesterday's intense night left on his skin. The feeling of mastery and pleasure is unparalleled.

The memory of the pleasure and fear in his eyes comes to me with disturbing clarity. I feel him tremble under my touch, the way he has given himself completely to the intensity of the experience. I can't help but laugh when I remember how he passed out from the effort. It's a delightful memory, a testament to my power to transform submission into something sublime and almost sacred.

I lean down to press a tender kiss to his neck, covering the bite mark with a soft, possessive touch. I get out of bed with a fluid movement, determined to start the day. Furthermore, I go to his bathroom, looking at the small, simple space. The neutral walls, modest furniture, and lack of comfort are evident. The view from the apartment, in its simplicity, doesn't surprise me. It's a reflection of your current life, but that's about to change.

As I take a long, invigorating shower, I let the hot water envelop me, feeling every drop like a comforting caress. Last night was a triumph, a dance of domination and pleasure that unfolded with rare intensity. The taste of his kiss and the way his body shook with each orgasm are still fresh in my mind. Bathing is a moment of pleasure, a pause to reflect on the night and prepare for what is to come.

After showering, I return to the room, finding it exactly as I left it. He's still soundly asleep, exhausted after the marathon of pleasure. I look at him with a mixture of satisfaction. He is completely tired, but his body still marked by the intensity of the night before.

I then remembered the necklace I had made especially for him. I take the necklace that is on the armchair and go to him, who is still in a deep sleep. The choker is a symbol of my control over him, a constant reminder of who is in charge of our relationship. I place it carefully around her neck, adjusting it precisely. A sadistic smile forms on my lips as I imagine the surprise he will have when he wakes up with this new decoration.

'' I hope you like it, my little one. This choker is a constant reminder of who's in charge here. Don't forget that you are mine and mine alone. Every time you feel this choker around your neck, remember your place and how your life is now intertwined with mine. No matter what happens, you are under my control, and nothing will change that. '' I whisper in a soft, almost possessive voice, close to his ear.

With the choker in place, I begin to collect my clothes from yesterday and get dressed. I pull down my underwear and my blouse, each piece. Then I holster my gun, adjusting it at my waist with a practiced touch. I approach the bed, grab a notepad, and write a clear, direct message.

“I need to resolve something. If you dare to run away, you will suffer the consequences.”

I leave the note next to him, making sure he sees it as soon as he wakes up.

I leave the room and start inspecting every corner of the apartment. The pantries are almost empty, the space is cramped and disorganized. The apartment is too small for what I have in mind for it. The vision makes me think about the future and what it will take to get my little one out of this place and into something better. This space is not worthy of its new position in my life, and I am determined to change that.

I leave the apartment and start walking down the steps, observing the surrounding details. The feeling of control is electrically satisfying. The sky begins to lighten outside, and the crisp morning air envelops me in a soft, revitalizing embrace. 

Outside, I see Vladimir waiting for me. He is aligned and respectful, reflecting the loyalty and professionalism I expect from everyone around me. He bows in respect as he opens the car door for me, and I accept the gesture with a nod. His dignity and respect are exactly what I expect, and that pleases me.

'' To the casino. '' I say, with a firmness that leaves no room for discussion.

Vladimir nods, understanding the order without the need for further explanation. He gets in the car, and he starts the engine, heading towards the casino.

As the car speeds through the streets, I can't help but relive last night once again in my mind. The pleasure I experienced was the way he begged to rest, his voice shaking, and the look of vulnerability and submission in his eyes. Every moment is vivid and intensely rewarding. I savor the memory of his surrender, the feel of his body beneath mine, and the way he came apart in pleasure.

I remember every detail, from the way he writhed in pleasure to the muffled moans that escaped his lips. The fear and desire mixed in his gaze, as did the way he gave himself completely to my domination. I smile as I remember how exhausted he was, his body covered in hickeys and bites. It is a sign of our pleasant night.

The thought of how he begged for a moment of rest makes me smile. There was a perfect combination of pain and pleasure in his expression, and I reveled in every moment. The pleasure in his eyes was confirmation of my control over him, the certainty that I had achieved exactly what I wanted.

My heart still beats with the same intensity as the night before, and the memory of every touch, every moan, and every whisper is fresh in my mind. I feel refreshed.

As the car moves forward, my mind returns to his apartment, small and modest. I clearly see the transformation that is about to happen. Soon, he will no longer be in that cramped, charmless space; he will move to a much better place, a space that reflects his new position in my life.

The idea of ​​having him live with me, in an environment that truly matches what he represents now, is intoxicating. Even if he tries to resist or deny it, there is no doubt that this will happen. He is mine and belongs to me, and I am the only one who decides what is best for him. The current apartment, with its simplicity and lack of comfort, is not worthy of your new reality. I will ensure that he adapts to this new role, that he accepts the inevitable change.

I am determined to transform his life, to elevate his status, and to provide him with a home that lives up to the control I exert over him. Regardless of his will, he has no choice; he will move to a space that is befitting his position next to me. My will is the only one that counts, and I look forward to seeing his surprise and, perhaps, his acceptance when he realizes there is no escape. He is mine, and I decide his fate.