The next morning, Yoongi woke with a new idea swirling in his mind. As the soft sunlight filtered into the room, illuminating Valentina’s peaceful form beside him, he leaned back against the headboard and smirked. Their dynamic had been intense, but he felt it was time to take things a step further. A new rule — one that would push her boundaries, but in a way that would build even deeper trust between them.

He watched as Valentina stirred awake, her lashes fluttering before she blinked up at him sleepily. Her eyes softened when they met his, a smile tugging at her lips as she nuzzled closer to his chest. Yoongi stroked her hair gently, letting her enjoy the calm moment before he spoke.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice raspy from sleep.

“Morning, kitten,” he murmured, placing a kiss on her forehead. His hand traveled down her back in a soothing gesture, and for a moment, he let her think the morning would be gentle, easy. “I’ve been thinking…”

Valentina tilted her head slightly to look at him, curious. “About what?”

Yoongi’s smirk widened. “A new rule.”

Her body stiffened slightly, but the glint in her eyes showed excitement. She always enjoyed it when he introduced something new to their arrangement, even if it left her nervous at first.

“I want you to be completely dependent on me, Valentina,” he said, his voice firm but low. “For everything. Your pleasure, your basic needs, what you eat, drink, wear... everything.”

She blinked, her eyes widening in surprise as she processed what he was saying. “Completely?”

Yoongi nodded, his gaze intense as he cupped her cheek. “Yes. From the moment you wake up to when you fall asleep, you’ll have to rely on me. You won’t do anything unless I give permission.”

Valentina’s heart pounded in her chest. The thought of surrendering to such an extent thrilled her, but it also made her nervous. She had been following his rules before, but this was something entirely different—this was full submission, a level of trust that required her to give up control in ways she hadn’t yet experienced.

“Can you handle that?” Yoongi’s voice was soft, but there was a challenge in his eyes.

Valentina swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “I trust you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “Let’s start now, then.”

With that, Yoongi swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, holding out a hand to help her up. Valentina followed, feeling her pulse quicken as she realized what was happening. He was already taking charge, and from now on, every little decision would be his.

He led her into the bathroom, instructing her to sit on the edge of the tub as he prepared a bath for her. The sound of running water filled the space, and Valentina sat in silence, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for his command.

Once the bath was ready, Yoongi turned to her. “Strip.”

Valentina stood and quickly removed her sleepwear, her eyes locked on him the entire time. She could feel the air shift between them, the dynamic becoming more intense with every passing second. When she was fully naked, she stood still, waiting for his next move.

Yoongi stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body with a possessive gleam. “Get in the tub,” he instructed, his voice a little rougher now.

She obeyed, stepping into the warm water and sinking down until she was fully submerged. The heat relaxed her muscles, but her mind was racing with the new reality of their dynamic. She wasn’t used to being this dependent, and the idea both thrilled and terrified her.

Yoongi knelt beside the tub, dipping a sponge into the water before running it over her body, washing her gently. His touch was both soothing and deliberate, as if reminding her with every stroke that she was his, completely under his control. She shivered, but not from the cold—it was the power he had over her now, the unspoken rules already beginning to take shape.

“From now on,” Yoongi said softly as he cleaned her, “you won’t make any decisions for yourself. Not what you wear, not what you eat, not when you shower... nothing. You will wait for me to tell you what to do, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Valentina whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, but she also felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. There was no need to think, no need to worry. Yoongi would take care of everything.

After her bath, Yoongi dried her off with a towel, his touch still gentle but firm. He led her back to the bedroom, where he had already laid out her clothes for the day. It was a simple set—black lace panties and a matching bra, along with a modest dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She didn’t question it. She simply stood there, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

“Get dressed,” he ordered, watching her intently as she slipped into the clothes he had chosen.

Once she was fully dressed, he stepped forward and brushed his hand down her arm. “You won’t touch yourself today, kitten. Your pleasure is mine to give.”

Valentina’s body tingled at his words, heat pooling between her legs. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold back, especially with him watching her like that, but she knew she would obey. She had no choice now.

The day progressed slowly, each moment a reminder of her new reality. At breakfast, Yoongi fed her, making sure she ate everything on her plate while she sat quietly in front of him. He made small talk, as if this level of control was completely normal, while Valentina tried to focus on her food and not the way her heart was racing in her chest.

He controlled when she could use the bathroom, when she could drink water, and even when she could sit down. Valentina was surprised at how freeing it felt to give up control. Every command he gave only deepened the trust between them, and by the time they reached lunchtime, she was fully immersed in the new rule.

After lunch, Yoongi decided to take things a step further. He led her into his office, a place that had always been formal and business-like, but today it felt different. He positioned her on his lap, her legs straddling him as he pulled her close. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her thighs and hips as he whispered into her ear.

“You’ve done well today, kitten,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Valentina’s heart skipped a beat. The idea of being rewarded for her obedience was exhilarating, and she nodded eagerly, her body already responding to his touch.

But Yoongi wasn’t ready to give in just yet.

“Not so fast,” he teased, his fingers slipping under her dress to toy with the lace of her panties. “Remember, everything depends on me now. You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Valentina whimpered softly, her body aching for release, but she knew better than to disobey. She had to wait, no matter how badly she wanted it.

Yoongi’s smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss. “I’ll make you feel good, kitten. But only when I’m ready.”

And with that, he began to tease her relentlessly, his hands and words driving her to the edge but never letting her fall over it. Every time she thought she would finally get her release, he would pull back, reminding her that he was in control now.

By the end of the day, Valentina was trembling with need, but she knew she had to hold on. Yoongi’s new rule wasn’t just about submission—it was about trust, about surrendering completely to him. And as difficult as it was, she wouldn’t have it any other way.