chaptter 7

Winne watched Adam carefully, searching for hesitation in his eyes, but there was none. He had always been steady, always given her space when she needed it—but now, she wasn't sure she wanted space. She wanted something else entirely.

A slow, delicious tension built between them as he traced his fingers over her wrist, his touch featherlight yet commanding.

"You've been carrying so much on your own," Adam murmured, his voice low and certain. "I think it's time you let someone else take control."

Winne's breath hitched. She had spent years being strong, being independent. But here, with Adam, she wanted to let go.

His grip tightened slightly, testing her boundaries, waiting for any sign of resistance. She gave none.

"Stand up," he ordered.

A shiver ran down her spine as she obeyed, her body attuned to every shift in his posture, every flicker of dominance in his gaze.

Adam rose to his full height, towering over her, his presence commanding in a way that made her pulse quicken. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch deceptively gentle.

"You trust me?" he asked, his voice dark with promise.

"Yes," she whispered.

A slow smirk played on his lips as he reached for her wrist, guiding her hands behind her back. "Then show me."

He pulled a silk tie from his pocket and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them firmly but not uncomfortably. The feeling of restraint sent a rush of anticipation through her, her heartbeat thundering.

"You're used to making all the decisions," Adam mused, trailing his fingers down the column of her throat. "But tonight, you're mine."

Winne let out a shaky exhale, surrendering to the power he wielded so effortlessly.

"Good girl."

His praise ignited something deep inside her, and as he tilted her chin up to claim her lips in a slow, possessive kiss, she knew—she had never wanted anything more.

This scene blends dominance with emotional connection, showing how Winne's trust in Adam allows her to surrender control.

Winne's pulse pounded in her ears as Adam's fingers ghosted over her skin, his touch a whisper of control before it would become something far more commanding. The silk of his tie slid between his fingers, deliberate and unhurried, the sound alone sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

"You've carried so much," he murmured, his voice a slow, deep caress. "Tonight, you don't have to. Tonight, you just listen. You obey."

The raw command in his tone sent heat pooling between her thighs. She swallowed hard and nodded.

"Use your words, Winne."

"Yes," she breathed. "I want this."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he guided her wrists behind her back, looping the tie around them, securing her with an ease that told her he had done this before. The restraint wasn't painful—just firm enough to remind her that she was his to command.

"Perfect," Adam mused, his fingers skimming down her arms before settling on her hips. "Now, let's see how well you follow directions."

He spun her around with little effort, pressing her front against the cool glass of the penthouse window. The city lights stretched out below them, but all she could focus on was the warmth of Adam's body caging her in from behind.

"You look stunning like this," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as his hands slid beneath the hem of her dress. His touch was slow, teasing, tracing the lace of her panties before dipping lower, pressing exactly where she ached for him.

She gasped, pressing back into him, but his grip on her hips tightened.

"Impatient," he tsked, dragging his fingers away just as she tilted her hips to chase his touch. "I decide when you get what you want."

A whimper escaped her lips, and Adam chuckled darkly.

"I could tease you all night," he continued, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Make you beg. Make you writhe. Make you so desperate you forget your own name."

Winne's breathing grew uneven as he pushed her dress higher, baring her completely to him. The city was spread out before her, endless and oblivious, while she stood bound and trembling under Adam's control.

"Do you want that?" he asked, slipping two fingers between her thighs, stroking just enough to make her body tense in need.

"Yes," she gasped. "Please."

His satisfied hum sent another wave of heat through her. "That's more like it."

And then, he finally gave her what she craved.

His hands, his mouth, his voice—each one claiming her, unraveling her, until she was nothing but pleasure and surrender.

Tonight, she wasn't the strong one. She wasn't the one in control.

And for the first time in years, she didn't want to be.