SUBMISSIVES CULT

Chapter 6: Bound by pleasure

Dominic

I stood in the dimly lit hallway outside Isla's room, my hand resting on the ornate door handle. The mansion was silent, the weight of the night's events pressing down on me. My mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions—rage, desire, and a fear I had never before experienced. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside to watch over her as she slept.

Isla lay peacefully on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The sight of her brought a sense of calm, yet also ignited a storm within me. I moved closer, unable to resist the pull of her presence. Her scent—cherry, sandalwood, and something uniquely her own—filled my senses, intoxicating me.

As I stood there, watching her, memories of the night flooded back. Her father's brutality, the fear in her eyes, the way she had begged me to spare her mother. I had wanted to kill the man for what he had done to her, for the scars he had left on her soul. But I had stayed my hand, for her sake.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She stirred slightly but did not wake. My heart ached with a strange mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. I had brought her into my world to protect her, to give her the freedom she had never known. Yet, the depth of my feelings for her scared me. I was not accustomed to vulnerability, to the raw emotions that Isla stirred within me.

I turned and walked to the window, looking out over the moonlit grounds of the estate. My parents had contacted me earlier, reminding me of their plans to arrange an engagement with the daughter of a powerful business ally. It was a strategic move, designed to consolidate power and wealth. But the thought of binding myself to anyone other than Isla was repulsive. I had no interest in their machinations, in their attempts to control my life as they had always tried to do.

My relationship with my parents had always been strained. They were cold, calculating, and entirely focused on their social standing. They had never understood me, never cared to. I had carved out my own path, creating the Society of Eternal Ecstasy as a sanctuary for those who, like me, sought freedom from societal constraints. Here, I was in control. Here, I dictated the rules.

But Isla was different. She wasn't just another submissive; she was a beacon, a light that guided me through the darkness of my desires. Her presence was both a comfort and a torment, her innocence awakening something in me that I had long kept buried. I wanted to protect her, to cherish her, but also to possess her completely.

As I watched her sleep, my mind drifted to fantasies that I had tried to suppress. Isla, her body trembling with desire, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal as I whispered my dark desires to her. I wanted to breed her, to mark her as mine in the most primal way. The thought of her carrying my child, of her belly swelling with our creation, sent a shiver of lust through me. But these thoughts were dangerous. They revealed a vulnerability I could not afford.

I turned away from the window, walking back to the bed. I sat down beside her, my hand resting gently on her hip. She murmured something in her sleep, a soft, unintelligible sound that made my heart ache. I knew I had to keep my distance, to maintain the control that defined me. But it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Isla shifted, her leg brushing against mine, and I had to clench my fists to keep from waking her. I could barely contain myself, the scent of her skin, the warmth of her body drawing me in. I had placed her in a room adjacent to mine, close enough to protect but far enough to keep my desires in check. Yet, even that distance felt like a razor's edge, cutting deeper with every moment.

I could sense the danger she was in, not just from her past but from the very people within the Society. There were those who would see her as a threat, who would seek to harm her to get to me. I had to protect her, but my growing feelings made me question my ability to remain objective.

As I sat there, I thought about the punishments I would have to administer for her disobedience. It was necessary, a part of our dynamic, but the thought of causing her pain filled me with dread. She needed to understand the rules, to accept the discipline that came with her submission. Yet, I wanted to shield her from every hurt, to hold her close and never let go.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're mine, Isla," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "And I will never let anyone hurt you again."

She sighed in her sleep, her body relaxing as if she understood, even in her unconscious state. I stood up, forcing myself to leave the room. Her scent lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the connection we shared. It was sacred, holy, and I knew I would do anything to protect it.

In my own room, I lay awake, my thoughts consumed by her. The moonlight cast shadows on the ceiling, and I let my mind wander to the future. A future where Isla was safe, where she could explore her desires without fear. A future where I could allow myself to feel, to embrace the love that was growing within me.

But for now, I had to maintain control. I had to be the master she needed, the protector she deserved. The road ahead was fraught with danger, but I was ready to face it. For Isla, I would confront my darkest fears and desires. For her, I would challenge the world.

As sleep finally claimed me, I whispered one final promise to the night. "You are my light, Isla. And I will never let it go out."