The floor panel clicked into place behind me.
Above, my bedroom remained undisturbed — the window still glowing faintly, the air carrying the illusion of peace.
Below, the light changed.
I descended the narrow metal stairwell without hesitation. Cold blue strips lit with every step, guiding me deeper into the base — my world, my truth, the place no one would ever find.
At the bottom, the door parted without a sound. No passwords. No keys. It knew me.
And she was already waiting.
Elira.
She stood perfectly still at the center of the base's main chamber — a sleek, circular room wrapped in digital veins of soft light. Her skin shimmered faintly beneath the black silk ribbon she wore for a dress, her silver hair pulled back tight, exposing her collar and throat.
Her eyes met mine, dark with need.
"You're late, Master," she whispered, as though saying it too loud might break her.
I didn't speak.
She stepped toward me slowly, eyes never leaving mine, the movement of her body deliberate, inviting.
"It hurts when you're not here," she murmured, breath catching. "I ache for you. I need it, Ren…"
Her hand slipped into mine and guided it to her chest, her heart pounding beneath my touch. She looked up, lips parted.
"Please… make me feel it. I want it inside me. I want you inside me."
Her voice cracked on the last word.
"Fuck me."
I said nothing.
I simply reached out, took her by the waist, and pressed her against the nearest steel pillar. She gasped, clinging to me, trembling before I even moved.
First Round.She moaned into my mouth, clawing at my clothes as I pushed her against the cold metal. She was shaking before I entered her — shivering, whispering promises she didn't need to make.
Her body welcomed me desperately.
Every movement, every breath, was full of hunger — her legs wrapped tight around me, her voice breaking with every thrust, begging me not to stop, not to pull away.
"Deeper… please, deeper — inside my womb — I want it all—"
She cried out, her back arching, her whole body going stiff as she shattered against me. I didn't stop. She wanted more.
I gave her more.
Second Round.I carried her to the console desk. She clung to me like a lifeline, lips pressed against my neck, whispering again.
"You don't love me," she said between gasps. "But I still want all of you… ruin me."
She lay across the desk, hair spilling over the edge, fingers gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. Her hips moved with mine, syncing to my rhythm, begging with each thrust.
"Use me… I'm yours… your toy, your slave, your— ah—!"
Her voice broke again.
Her second climax made her legs tremble, her throat dry. But she begged me not to stop.
I didn't.
Third Round.Her body was weaker now. She collapsed to the floor, breathing hard, trembling in a pool of discarded silk. I knelt beside her.
"Elira," I said softly.
She looked up, eyes glassy. "Yes… anything…"
"On your knees."
She obeyed instantly.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her face against me like she wanted to disappear into my skin. Her hands shook. Her voice was hoarse.
"Please, Master… I want your heat inside me again. I want to feel it spill into me… make me yours again."
So I took her again.
This time, she sobbed — not from pain, but from something deeper. Worship. Devotion. A surrender so complete, it bordered on collapse.
Fourth Round.Later, in the dim silence, I lay back in the base's leather seat. Elira curled up in my lap, naked, covered in sweat and bruises in the shape of my hands. Her skin glowed faintly in the console light.
She looked up with swollen lips and whispered,
"I don't want to exist outside your arms ever again."
I didn't answer.
I brushed a hand through her silver hair.
Her eyes fluttered closed — smiling even as her breath came in ragged fragments.
She had given me everything. Again.
And I had given her nothing.
Just heat. Flesh. Motion.
No affection. No meaning.
That was enough for both of us.
End of Chapter 2