Dimitri stared at the flash drive in his hand as (Y/n) slept soundly in his bed. It was the one Eidanne gave to him the night before saying that it was from Hibiscus 1789. He still wasn't sure what was inside it, maybe it's just malware or something stupid like pictures of (Y/n) with her previous boyfriends. What if it's explicit videos of (Y/n) with other men? The thought alone made him want to butcher some insufferable bastard.

There's also the matter of (Y/n)'s "Sub" named Chelsea. He knew that (Y/n) had a fondness for Femdom something which he still cannot fully grasp. But he understands that she takes pleasure in it and for her, it is a form of art and to some extent... A form of love.

As a Russian man, Dimitri was raised to be dominant, to always take control, and to never yield to anyone. So the thought of him giving (Y/n) full control gives him complex feelings. There's still a part of him that wants to dominate her completely. There's a part of him that wants to see her beneath him moaning his name, to have her on her knees pleasuring him, and have her begging for him to make her cum.

He did a little research on Femdom and the results were interesting. He did not know that it had so many varieties and the things he saw were somehow parallel to how he tortured his targets which was disturbing. Despite this, he was intrigued. He wanted to know what made her love it.

To his understanding, this art is all about control something he prides himself in undertaking. The thought of yielding his power, his authority, and even his will was somehow difficult for him to fully accept. But to be fair, (Y/n) already has full control of his heart, mind, body, and soul. What difference would it make if she were to dominate him in bed?

"You're up early," (Y/n) greeted as she stared at him from under his blankets.

"It's 11 am," Dimitri replied dryly as she sat up on his bed.

Dimitri sat on a black velvet chair and had been watching her sleep for hours now. It was a little hobby that he picked up two years ago that he can legally do now. He is taking full advantage of his privileges as her boyfriend.

"Oh, well I have classes at 2 pm. I should go prepare." (Y/n) stood from his bed and began fixing it while he passively watched her from his chair. It was low key making her uncomfortable as she took side glances at him.

She shook her head and went to the bathroom to freshen up and brush her teeth. Dimitri was acting weird and he was giving odd vibes that made her skin crawl. Maybe she should ask him if she did something wrong last night. Knowing herself she probably did several things to embarrass him.

Still, she doesn't feel any soreness between her legs which means that Dimitri did not take advantage of her body last night. He might sometimes be an asshole but at least he's not a rapist.

She emerged from the bathroom and found that her boyfriend had not moved a single inch since she left. It was unsettling how he silently watched her without saying a word as if a thousand souls were whispering in his ears. "What about my friends? Did they get home last night?" she inquired trying to lighten the mood.

"I gave them rooms for the night and made sure that they had everything they needed for the hangover. They already left. Volkov (Cerberus) drove them home." He responded.

Dimitri's gaze was intently focused on her, like a tiger watching its prey. But that wouldn't be quite accurate, would it? Because right now he looks like Satan watching her from his high throne in Hell while she is a sinner burning away in the eternal flames of damnation. Yup, the comparison was more accurate.

"Dimitri, did I do something wrong last night while I was drunk?" She asked taking a seat on the bedside in front of him.

"Several in fact," he answered, his voice low and cold making her shiver.

"You vomited on an antique vase older than the government of this country."

"Oof. I'll clean that up," she mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. His eyes trailed her body, taking in the delicate lines of her thighs as her lace dress hugged her figure. He took a deep breath taking a whiff of her feminine scent.

"You flirted with me."

"Uh, you're my boyfriend."

"You forgot who I was and asked me if I was the guy who invented the periodic table."

"Oh, I remember that now."

"Then you vomited ten more times and I had to hold back your hair for an hour in the bathroom."

"Ah, that's why my throat was feeling sore. Thank you for taking care of me. You even dressed me and cleaned me up. I feel so fresh like a baby. "

"Yes, I suppose so."

"But why do I have a feeling that you're being cold towards me?"

She approached him, a seductive smile on her beautiful face. Fire danced in her eyes like a serpent mesmerizing its meal. Her voice has turned low and seductive, seeking to enchant him.

"Did I do something naughty while I was drunk? Did I sing Olivia Rodrigo's Vampire a little bit too much?"

Dimitri met her gaze, his eyes equally unwavering. While she may be Autumn filled with vivid colors and enigmatic intricacies, he is Winter, unyielding and unwavering.

"You said a name last night and it still bothers me," he confessed, his voice almost like a whisper.

"Whose name, my love?"

"Chelsea, your sub. Care to explain, beloved?" The smile left her lips at the familiar name.

"Ah, I guess it's only a matter of time before you figure it out. I won't make it too difficult for you."

(Y/n) pulled away only to sit on his lap. Her arm slithered over his shoulder, the contact making him purr. Dimitri said no words but a delicious sound rumbled from his throat as her body settled on his.

"You may know her better as Hibiscus 1789, the Shapeshifter. She can change her face in a thousand different ways, even her voice and her accent. She's a master spy and she was my lover."

"How did it begin?"

"After my disaster with Lyonel, I plunged myself into my work as a Lycoris Radiata. I'm assuming that you already know who he is, given your expertise in knowing everything about my life like my blood type and my period cycle," she said sarcastically.

"Yes, it's been 14 days since your first bleeding. You are ovulating right now making you very wet and very fertile." (Y/n) frowned disturbed by his knowledge.

"Wait, I was just joking, how did you know?" Dimitri simply shrugged and gestured for her to continue.

(Y/n) cleared her throat trying to forget about the last few seconds. "Anyway, they were hunting a Black Dahlia, I don't know the specifics of what happened since in this line of work you know you're not supposed to ask too many questions. I just know that many Nymphs were lost in this mission and my services were necessary to console the departed. That's when Chelsea and I became close. It's all over now and we should have a late breakfast or an early lunch. A brunch." (Y/n) smiled, it was gentle and placating.

"You didn't tell me specifically how it happened. I want to know everything."

"Why does it matter? I'm already yours."

"I torture people for a living, I know a lie when I hear one, and that my darling is a lie." Dimitri's fingers traced the flesh of her thighs leading up to the fabric of her panties. His fingers parted the material to access her very wet and very aroused pussy.

"I may be yours but you are not mine and we both know it. Our entire relationship is a manipulation, or your so-called domination over me." he chuckled humorlessly as his fingers plunged into her folds. They were abundant inside her, stretching her wet walls that clenched tightly around his digits.

"You give me your affections because you have some use for me and I allow it because I enjoy you..." His lips were on her neck, trailing ghostly kisses upon her sensitive skin. She could feel how deeply he inhaled her scent as if she was fine wine and he, a dedicated connoisseur.

"Allow you to use me because I want you, (Y/n)... because I love you." Dimitri pulled out his fingers, each one of them now covered in her slippery juices. He played with his fingers, watching as her cum glistened under the morning light.

"But you don't love me, do you?" Their eyes were on each other and he made her watch as he took his fingers in his mouth and lap at her fluids. "At least not yet."

"Dimitri," she tried to speak but she knew that all her words would be empty because what he spoke was simply the truth.

"But don't worry darling... my love for you is not fragile. It won't break so easily because it is unrequited. Our garden will bloom one day. It just needs sunlight, water, air, and fertile soil," She didn't like the way his hand brushed over her womb. It almost made her shiver." Of course, you'll also need a Shepherd who can garden quite well."

"Now tell me, what did you do with Chelsea?"

"I'm not going to talk to you about my sex life as a Dom mommy to a snake like Chelsea." (Y/n) tried to stand, to escape the uncomfortable situation (that is somehow also arousing) but Dimitri's grip on her waist was too strong.

"Tsk." It was the only warning she needed to know that he was losing patience with her so she settled on his lap and lifted his chin with her fingers.

"It's not something that should be talked about but something that should be demonstrated. Preferably with lots of lube, ropes, and red candles with low melting point. But instead of that, could I  interest you with some lactose-free delicacies?"

Dimitri’s hungry gaze immediately drifted down to her cleavage. Her breasts were full and plump like two delicious fruits ready to be devoured. The assassin licked his lips, his imagination running wild with dark desires for such beauties.

"You never fail to amaze me, darling," Dimitri replied, laughing dryly. He pulled down her straps exposing her large breasts.

"They'll be my snacks while you tell me your stories."

"I thought that would distract you but here goes."

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As you know it is my duty as a Lycoris Radiata to oversee the Funerary Rites of my fallen sisters. And because of this, I met Chelsea whose team somehow got wiped out on a mission. Of course, the circumstances were dubious but it wasn't my position to pry.

We met a month after I confessed to Lyonel so I was still sensitive. Plus at the same time, Grandma was hospitalized due to her irregularly rising blood pressure. I had to work to gain a bit of money to add to the pot. I was under a lot of stress both physically and mentally and I had no outlet for it.

Chelsea told me that I looked sad and teased me for the entire duration of our meeting, she was really trying to rile me up. I was professional so I tried to ignore her bullshit and focus on my job. At first, I thought she was projecting her issues on me so I ignored her, but then I realized much later she was actually trying to make me explode to express my feelings.

But at that time I didn't care and she said something so annoying that I snapped. She told me, "Maybe I should teach you how to give proper blowjobs so you can finally get a man to love you for real to fill up  the hole that your daddy left."

Next thing I knew I was on the other side of the table choking her against the wall. Chelsea was much smaller than me so it was really easy to lift her a few inches from the ground. Instead of being afraid the bitch was blushing and grinning like the Joker.

When I realized what I was doing, my grip loosened and I was about to apologize to her when she said... Oh god, I can't believe I'm about to say this... Dimitri forget this immediately after you hear it... She said "Harder, mommy. I've been such a naughty little slut." When she said that I felt something hot between my legs and the next thing I knew, I was jamming my tongue inside her throat and tearing her clothes apart.

And you know me, I may be a queen but I'm a queen with anger issues so we had hot shameless rage sex. 

Everything that happened next was a blur but I remember snapping out of it later and seeing a beaten-up Chelsea begging me to punish her harder. That moment changed everything because for once I felt like I was in control, like I had all the power and it made me feel addicted. It was the only outlet I have to feel a modicum of control in my fucked up life.

My relationship with Chelsea was established that day and from then on she taught me the ways of being a Domme. She introduced me to the Femdom community and we attended so many events together where I solidified my position as a dominatrix.

Since then I could not fully commit to vanilla relationships and being completely dominated by men. I can tolerate it but it's not as fun for me.

Despite being possessive, Chelsea made sure to let me sample other subs to cater to my extensive taste. I think she believed that if she would limit my playthings to only herself then I would immediately get bored so she brings in new people for me to do as I please.

Sometimes I would be surrounded by 20 people all docile and conditioned to obey my every command. I believe that Chelsea hand-picked the people she presented to me and trained them thoroughly beforehand.

There were times I would be sitting on the back of a naked man with a collar wrapped around his throat. He was well-built and looked strong but he was nothing but my chair. There would be others flanking me that serve as my attendants, their heads would be bowed and they would wear revealing clothes for my entertainment. They cater to my every need submissively but I know for a fact that they were deadly assassins who guard me.

There would be two lines of people facing each other in front of me. They were gagged and kneeling, tied in Crimson ropes that I bound them in. One by one. And I actually get paid for it which is how I bought my laptop and paid for private schools.

I felt like an empress in my empire and Chelsea called it the Equinox Court because you know Lycoris Radiata is also called the Equinox flower.

It was so much fun. I was high on the feeling of having control and absolute obeisance. Chelsea worshipped me and made sure that I was always perfect and healthy. I had medical appointments to ensure that our activities didn't affect my health, monthly spa and clinic treatments to keep me beautiful, and of course parties all over the country.

I attended exclusive gatherings that would satiate the sexual appetite of a dominatrix. We promised before that we'd go to France and attend the big events at Saint Tropez but we never got to go because I ended things. Our fling went on for three years and I told Chelsea that I wanted to move on once I attended college.

Our activities were fun but exhausting plus Chelsea was a bit of a psycho. If I pay too much attention to one person for too long they would disappear forever.

Chelsea didn't take the breakup too well and pestered me. Thankfully, Eidanne was so good at her job that she outranked both of us. She dealt with Chelsea using her authority and made sure that she would be sanctioned should she approach me again.

To this day, Chelsea remains bitter. She undermines my authority at meetings and sabotages my events from time to time. Sometimes she would just send me her nudes or presents that remind me of our colorful past.

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"Well, I think that's it. So now that you know everything, do I disgust you? Do you find me filthy?" (Y/n) smirked, challenging him.

"No, you are beautiful. You will always be splendid. But I have one request." Dimitri stood from his seat and carefully placed her in his stead. He knelt on one knee, his eyes locking on hers.

"Oh, what is it?" (Y/n)'s smile became gentle. She reached out to put her hand on his cheek and he leaned into her touch. 

"Everything you did with Chelsea... Do it with me too.”