The Confession (Doc’s POV)

 I didn’t expect her to go there. Not so soon. Not after everything she’d survived.

But she surprised me—she always does.

Andrea didn’t flinch when I tied her down. Didn’t blink when I pushed her past her edges. Instead, she bloomed. She opened. Like her body was aching for a place where control didn’t belong to her for once.

And fuck, I loved giving her that.

But there was a piece of me I hadn’t shared yet. A darker edge. One I’d kept hidden for years, afraid it was too much. Especially for someone who had been hurt the way she had. Someone I loved.

She was curled against me now, soft and glowing from what we’d just done, fingers tracing idle circles on my chest.

Her voice, quiet. “That thing we did... I want more.”

My breath caught.

“More?”

She nodded, eyes searching for mine. “Deeper. Whatever you’re holding back, whatever you think I can’t handle. Try me.”

I hesitated.

And then I told her.

“I have a kink for ownership,” I said, voice rough. “Not just dominance. Possession. Not just tying you up and teasing you. But owning you. Marking you. Knowing you wear me in every way—inside and out.”

Andrea didn’t blink. She just listened; eyes locked on mine.

“I want to collar you,” I whispered. “Not just for play. But as a symbol. A promise. I want to claim you in a way no one ever has.”

Her breath hitched.

“And I want to hear you call me sir, when it’s right. Not because I expect it. Because you want to.”

She was quiet, absorbing it all.

Then: “Show me.”

“Tonight?”

“No,” she said, with a soft smile. “Train me. Let me learn it from you. Let me feel what it means to give you that power... willingly.”

God.

I kissed her like I was starved. And in many ways, I was.