I smiled. Every reaction from her was mine. Owned. Claimed.
I grabbed the aphrodisiac oil, warming it between my palms before sliding my hands over her body—starting at her collarbones, then gliding down her breasts. I cupped each one, thumbs flicking the nipples above the waterline while she squirmed, helpless and needy in my lap.
The oil made her skin impossibly soft. Too soft to resist. I pinched and rolled each nipple, then moved lower, massaging slow circles into her hips, her belly, teasing around the clamp like I didn't plan to do a damn thing more.
Every touch is being amplified. She's feeling pleasure at levels that shouldn't be humanly possible.
"I'm gonna make you so sensitive you'll cry if I breathe too close," I murmured, lips brushing her ear.
Her moan was shaky. She was trembling already—and I hadn't even used my fingers on her properly yet.
Time to show her what supernatural technique feels like.
And that's when I slid two fingers inside.
The bathwater splashed softly as her whole body arched, hips bucking forward against my palm. The clamp amplified everything—every thrust, every curl of my fingers inside her, made her whole body tighten with insane sensitivity.
Perfect Technique gave me instinctive knowledge of exactly where and how to touch her. Every spot that makes her lose her mind.
I kept the pace slow. So damn slow. She tried to rock her hips, but I gripped her thigh with my other hand, keeping her perfectly still.
"You don't get to move unless I tell you to."
She whimpered.
The combination of restraints, the clamp, my abilities, and complete control over her movement is overwhelming every defense she has.
"You want to cum, don't you?"
"Y-yes..."
"You want to scream my name?"
She nodded furiously.
"But you're not ready," I said, pulling my fingers out and slapping her inner thigh—just enough to make her jolt and beg silently. "You're not even close to broken in tonight."
Endless Stamina means I can keep this up for hours. And I plan to.
I reached down, unclipping the clamp without warning.
Her whole body convulsed. The sudden flood of blood rushing back into her clit made her cry out, her thighs squeezing together hard as a scream tried to force its way out of her mouth.
But I covered it with mine—biting her lower lip, sucking it between my teeth, devouring the noise like it fed me.
Her body was shaking now.
"The sensation of blood flow returning after that level of pressure, amplified by my abilities... you're probably seeing stars, don't you sister but... You're not coming in this tub," I whispered darkly, licking down her jaw. "You're going to come on the floor. On your knees. Hands still tied."
She moaned, broken and eager. A mess of need and heat and desperate obedience.
Exactly where I want her. Completely dependent on me for everything.
I lifted her out of the tub like she weighed nothing—the Physical Enhancement making her feel weightless in my arms. Water dripped from her soaked skin onto the polished floor as I set her down gently. Her knees hit the marble with a soft slap, her bound hands behind her back, chin up to meet my gaze.
Dripping. Submissive. Eyes glassy.
She doesn't even care that her legs are trembling or that the floor is hard. All she cares about is what I'm going to do to her next.
She didn't even care that her legs were trembling.
I walked around her, towel slung over my shoulder, casually drying myself as I stared down at the vision she was. Then knelt behind her, grabbed her soaked hair, and yanked her head back gently.
"I want you to remember something," I said, pressing my body against her back. "This isn't just about sex. It's about trust. You give yourself to me, and I take care of you. You surrender everything... and I make you feel like a fucking goddess."
"Yes, Marcus..." she whispered.
"You ready for the floor to become your altar?"
She nodded.
Because that's exactly what this is. Worship through domination.
And I smiled.
Because I hadn't even shown her the vibrator wand I'd bought yet.
This is just the beginning.
*
The bath was still running when I turned my attention back to her—hot water swirling with hints of rose and sandalwood, steam curling like smoke in the low-lit room. Cassandra knelt on the marble floor beside the tub, completely bare, one hand braced against the edge for balance, her back arched in perfect submission.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And completely mine.
My system pinged softly in my head, responding to her state.
[PLEASURE AMPLIFICATION: Maximum Effect Achieved
PARTNER SENSITIVITY: 300%
The perfect combination for what I have planned.
The restraints still bound her wrists behind her back; the black silk now damp from the bath but still secure. I could see what she needed—what she couldn't voice yet. That trembling surrender barely hidden under those emerald eyes. She wasn't just aroused—she was aching for guidance, for restraint, for the safety that came with losing control completely.
To me. Only to me.
I stepped behind her, still fully clothed in my damp pants, and reached around her waist. My fingers brushed her lower belly, then slowly slid down. I didn't touch where she really wanted me. Not yet.
Control is everything. She gets what she needs when I decide she's ready.
"Get back in," I whispered against her neck. "We're not done."
She obeyed instantly, sliding back into the warm water with a gasp as the heat engulfed her oversensitized skin. Her nipples peaked above the waterline, hard and flushed. I took my time undressing completely, watching her eyes roam hungrily over me with every inch of skin revealed.
The Divine Rod is obvious even to her. She can see I'm larger, harder, more intimidating than any male.
The second I stepped into the bath behind her, she instinctively backed into my chest, pressing herself against me like she couldn't get close enough. Her bound hands brushed against my thighs under the water, trembling slightly.
"You trust me?" I asked, my enhanced length pressing against her lower back.
She nodded, then caught herself. "I... I surrender."
That's better. Complete surrender, not just trust.