Curtis felt her fingers trail across his skin; a shiver ran down his spine, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability coursing through his body. His arms were shackled together behind his back, rendering him unable to move or resist. His gold bangle, which she had given him, was pressed against his back forcing him to arch his back. Transforming back into his human form had left him completely exposed, while she remained fully clothed, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. Every ounce of control belonged to her, and it thrilled him to his core.

"Rhea," he gasped, struggling to breathe as the sensation of asphyxiation added to his exhilaration. Each movement she made, each touch, felt magnified in its intensity. Her strength overpowered him, and he was utterly at her mercy.

"Don't make too much noise, ok? Or I'll stop," she warned, her voice a blend of command and seduction.

He nodded eagerly, his desire to please her overriding everything else. She bent down, her lips hovering tantalisingly close to his, before she captured his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. The moment she released his neck, he gasped for air, only to have her silence him once more with her mouth, her tongue exploring his with sheer, unfiltered dominance.

Her hands roamed over his body, fingers digging into his flesh with just enough pressure to elicit a low groan from him. She relished the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under her touch, his submission evident in every fibre of his being. Her nails raked across his chest, leaving a trail of red marks that made him hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart race. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Being completely at my mercy."

"Yes, Rhea" he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper.

She grabbed his neck pushing him down forcefully, he winced in pain.

"Yes, my Queen." She repeated correcting him.

"Yes, my Queen."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as she took in his response. "Good," she murmured, her hands travelling lower, teasingly brushing against his inner thighs. "Because I'm not done with you yet." He was hard as a rock, both cocks pushing against her ass which amused her greatly, she really wanted to see a whip mark against his pretty skin, she wanted to see bruises on his neck and wrists. She needed to see him want her more than anything in the world.

Curtis's body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert as she continued her exploration. She was deliberate, calculated in her movements, ensuring that he was acutely aware of her control. Her fingers grazed the sensitive skin just above his groin, making him gasp and arch toward her touch, seeking more.

"Stay still," she commanded softly, and he forced himself to comply, every muscle straining with the effort to remain motionless.

She traced patterns across his skin, her touch both soothing and tormenting in its slowness. The pleasure built within him, a mounting pressure that left him breathless and yearning for release. But he knew she wouldn't give it to him easily. She wanted him on the edge, desperate and pliant under her hands.

"Do you trust me, Curtis?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

"Completely," he replied without hesitation, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering trust.

"Good," she said again, her hand finally wrapping around his cock, her grip firm and commanding. She stroked him with a rhythm that was maddeningly slow, each movement calculated to bring him closer to the brink without pushing him over.

He bit his lip to stifle a moan, his body quaking with the effort to hold back. She watched him intently, her eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "You're doing so well," she praised, increasing her pace slightly. "But don't you dare cum without my permission."

He nodded frantically, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch sending jolts of electricity through his body. He was completely at her mercy, and he revelled in it. He wanted her to own him, to completely consume his being. He wanted her to mark him, to hold him in his place.

Finally, when he was trembling on the edge of release, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Cum for me, Curtis," she whispered, her voice a sultry command.

With a deep groan, he obeyed, his body convulsing as he finally found the release he had been so desperately craving. She held him through it, her touch gentle and reassuring, grounding him as waves of pleasure washed over him.

When it was over, he lay there, spent and trembling, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "You did so well," she murmured, her voice filled with affection and pride.

Curtis looked up at her, he loved her so much, if she put a collar around him and used him as she wished he would not mind. As long as she paid attention to him, showered him with love, and kept him firmly by her side.

Rhea pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You look quite beautiful like this, Curtis. My beautiful, obedient husband."

Curtis looked up at her, his eyes shining with love and longing. "I'll always be yours, my Queen."

.

Rhea slipped back into the sleepover room, hoping her late-night escapade had gone unnoticed. She crept across the room towards the small chest, but as she reached it, she saw Dali sitting up on her pile of cushions, her eyes wide open and fixed on Rhea.

"Late night adventure?" Dali teased, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with amusement.

Rhea froze for a moment, a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck. "Just had to take care of something," she mumbled, hoping to downplay the situation.

Dali's eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced at the handcuffs in Rhea's hand. "And I see you found some interesting company. Those look familiar."

Rhea couldn't help but laugh, the tension easing slightly. "Yeah, about that... here." She handed the handcuffs back to Dali, who accepted them with a knowing smile.

"Curtis?" Dali asked, her tone suggesting she already knew the answer.

Rhea nodded, her cheeks warming. "Yeah."

Dali chuckled softly. "I can imagine. I hope you didn't hurt the poor man."

Rhea took a deep breath, sitting down next to Dali. "Honestly, it was amazing. He just...he knows how to make me feel special, like I feel wanted all the time with him, he's always touching me and always wants me."

Dali's expression softened. "I'm glad to hear that. It's important to feel loved and cherished, not all females can be this lucky."

Rhea nodded, appreciating Dali's understanding. "Sometimes I don't want to do it, but I just bear with it since it feels good anyway."

Dali paused, her brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, sometimes you just need to wait it out. You understand, right?"

Dali shook her head slowly. "No, I don't."

Rhea was confused, her eyebrows knitting together. "What happens when you don't feel like it but Nobel does? Or Thorne?"

"Rhea," Dali said gently but firmly, "If I don't want to do anything, we don't do anything."

Rhea blinked, taken aback. 'What?'

Dali took Rhea's hand again, her expression serious. "If I'm not in the mood or not comfortable, my mates respect that. They never pressure me into doing something I don't want to do. That's how it should be."

Rhea felt a rush of conflicting emotions. She had always thought it was normal to go along with it, to push through even when she wasn't in the mood. Hearing Dali's perspective was unsettling.

"But...what if they get upset?" Rhea asked hesitantly.

Dali squeezed her hand reassuringly. "A good mate wouldn't get upset. They should care about your comfort and your feelings. It's about mutual respect and love. If you're not into it, they should understand and respect that."

Rhea's mind raced, replaying countless moments where she had pushed herself to comply. Could things really be different?

"Have you talked to Curtis about this?" Dali asked softly.

Rhea shook her head. "No, I haven't. I always thought it was just how things were."

Dali's eyes were filled with compassion. "Rhea, you deserve to feel safe and respected in every aspect of your relationship. Maybe it's time to have that conversation with him."

"No, its fine." It didn't matter anyway. It was just sex. She had done it before, it was never special, nothing changed now. It wasn't like she didn't like it, even if it was uncomfortable at first.

Dali looked at her, conflicted and worried. "It's not fine, Rhea."

"I said it's fine!" Rhea snapped, her voice breaking slightly.

Dali stilled, her expression softening as she saw the turmoil in Rhea's stance. Rhea's head was lowered, her eyes hidden.

"Alright, Rhea."

It wasn't anything special; if he wanted to do it a little more with her, why couldn't he? Rhea scratched at her neck, but there was nothing there.

.

Rhea lay in the darkness, the weight of her conversation with Dali pressing heavily on her mind. As she closed her eyes, the haunting question echoed within her: 'What is your sin, Rhea? A sin so big that it is unforgivable?'

She could almost hear the mocking voice in her head, taunting her with the answer she had buried deep within. Her heart clenched as the words formed in her mind.

'I just .........' Her thoughts were muffled as she thought of her greatest desire.

The simplicity of her desire felt like a dagger, a yearning so profound yet seemingly out of reach. It was a grave sin indeed, to want something so basic and yet feel so undeserving of it. The longing for something that unconditional was a weight she carried, a shadow that followed her every step.

'How selfish.'