FOREVER LOVE MY LETHAL MAN

THE FIRST LESSON

The next evening, Elias led Serena to a hidden basement beneath the safehouse. The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with various implements and equipment that made Serena's heart race with both fear and anticipation. A large, padded table stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by various restraints and tools.

Elias turned to Serena, his expression unreadable. "Tonight, we begin your training. I want you to understand that this is about trust and control. You will surrender to me, and in doing so, you'll learn to control your own fear and pain."

Serena's pulse quickened, but she nodded, her resolve firm. "I'm ready."

Elias stepped closer, his fingers gently tilting her chin up so that she met his gaze. "Safe word?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

"Red," Serena replied without hesitation.

Elias nodded. "Good. Remember, if you use it, everything stops immediately. No questions asked. Understood?"

"Yes," Serena whispered.

Elias's eyes softened for a moment, a flicker of tenderness breaking through his stern demeanour. "Strip," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Serena's hands trembled slightly as she began to undress, the cool air prickling her skin as she bared herself to him. When she was fully naked, Elias guided her to the padded table, helping her onto it.

He secured her wrists and ankles with soft leather cuffs, ensuring she was restrained but comfortable. Serena's breath came in shallow gasps as she lay there, her body exposed and vulnerable.

Elias moved to a nearby cabinet, selecting a soft, suede flogger. He returned to Serena's side, trailing the flogger lightly over her skin, teasing her with its touch. "This is about building your tolerance," he explained. "I want you to focus on your breathing, on controlling your reactions."

Serena nodded, her body tensing in anticipation. Elias raised the flogger, bringing it down with a sharp snap against her thigh. The pain was swift and stinging, but Serena forced herself to breathe through it, her mind focused on Elias's instructions.

Elias continued, each stroke of the flogger measured and deliberate. The pain built slowly, a steady rhythm that began to blur the line between pleasure and agony. Serena's skin tingled with each strike, her body responding in ways she hadn't anticipated.

As the session progressed, Elias's strikes became harder, testing her limits. Serena's breaths came in ragged gasps, but she didn't use the safe word. She trusted Elias, trusted his control, and it gave her the strength to endure.

When he finally stopped, Serena's body was trembling, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration flooding her senses. Elias gently released her from the restraints, his touch soothing and reassuring.

"You did well," he murmured, his fingers tracing the marks on her skin. "I'm proud of you."

Serena felt a swell of pride at his words, a sense of accomplishment that warmed her heart. She knew this was only the beginning, but she was ready for whatever came next.