Later that night, Sachiko stood in the dimly lit room, already wrapped in a towel, her body tense with anticipation. She knew exactly what was coming and understood that resistance wasn't an option—not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to.
Her mind raced with thoughts of Ryo, of the way he commanded not just her, but everything around them. There was something magnetic in his authority that she found herself drawn to. As much as she was anxious, a deeper part of her eagerly awaited his touch, his dominance.
The faint creak of the door caught her attention, and she turned slightly, knowing that Ryo was coming. The air in the room seemed to thicken as she felt his presence fill the space, her heartbeat quickening in sync with the mounting tension.
She would not refuse him tonight, nor did she want to. Tonight, like every other, she was his.
