Ep 2: Mirror of Obedience

The red glow of the room still hummed against my skin. I could hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears, faster than it should be, trembling from what Zed had already done to me. I thought the worst was over… or maybe the best. But no—he wasn’t nearly finished.

Zed stood in front of me, his tall frame casting long shadows that stretched across the mirrored ceiling above. From the reflection, I saw myself—hair loose, lips swollen, wrists bound above my head with silk restraints. My robe had slipped halfway down my body, leaving my breasts bare, nipples tight under the cool air, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

And Zed? He was calm. Too calm. A predator circling his prey.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous, commanding. He tilted my chin up so I was forced to meet my own reflection in the mirror. “Do you see that helpless little Queen staring back at you? She belongs to me.”

My body shivered at his words. Every time he said mine, it was like my skin remembered who it belonged to.

“Yes, Zed,” I whispered.

But he smirked, eyes gleaming. “*No, Maya. Tonight you don’t get to say yes. Tonight, you only obey.*”

His words slid down my spine like a whip. My thighs squeezed together instinctively, already aching with need.

He reached for something on the side table—black, sleek, humming faintly. A vibrator. My eyes widened, my lips parting, but he pressed a single finger against them before I could speak.

“No words. Only sounds.”

The toy came alive in his hand, and he held it just an inch from where my body burned. The vibrations were so close I could feel them without contact, my core tightening with anticipation. My hips moved forward, desperate, but he immediately gripped my waist hard, holding me still.

“Ah, ah,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “You don’t get to beg. You don’t get to move. You’ll take what I give, and nothing more.”

My breath hitched. His rules were chains heavier than any restraints.

When he finally pressed the toy against me, I cried out, the sound bouncing in the room, magnified by the mirror above. My reflection looked wild—eyes closed, head thrown back, lips parted.

Zed growled, “Open your eyes. Watch yourself. Watch how weak you are for me.”

I forced them open, biting my lip, and the sight wrecked me—me, trembling, thighs shaking, nipples pointed high, bound and powerless. And Zed, towering over me, in control of every sound, every gasp, every moan I made.

He traced the toy in slow, torturous circles, never giving me exactly what I needed, dragging me to the edge but never letting me fall. My body screamed for release, every nerve begging, but Zed’s eyes warned me—don’t you dare.

“Do you want to come, Maya?” His voice was velvet wrapped around steel.

“Yes,” I breathed, broken already.

“Then hold it.”

His hand slid lower, pressing the toy against me harder, sending shockwaves through my body. My back arched, I cried out, tears pricking my eyes. I wanted to let go, to fall into the pleasure, but his command chained me tighter than the silk ropes.

“You’ll come only when I say. Not before. Disobey me, and I’ll make you regret it.”

He pulled the toy away completely, and I sobbed from the loss. My body ached, my muscles spasming from denial.

Zed leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his tone cruel but intoxicating. “You’re not in control here, Queen. I am. And the sooner you accept that, the sweeter your surrender will taste.”

He pressed the vibrator back against me suddenly, without warning, at the highest setting. My scream filled the red room. My hips bucked wildly, my body trying to chase the release, but Zed’s hand was firm, pinning me down.

“You’re shaking already. Pathetic,” he teased, biting down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Do you know what happens if you come without permission?”

“I—I’ll be punished,” I gasped.

“That’s right. And I’ll make sure you beg for mercy you’ll never get.”

The toy moved faster, crueler, yet Zed’s voice held me prisoner. He denied me again and again, ripping me from the brink until my body was trembling uncontrollably, sweat slicking my skin. My reflection showed me undone—hair sticking, lips swollen, body writhing.

Finally, his voice cut through the haze, low and commanding. “Now. Come for me, Maya.”

The release tore through me like fire. I screamed his name, every nerve exploding as waves of ecstasy consumed me. My body shook violently, bound and helpless, my cries filling the mirrored room. I saw myself break in the reflection—eyes rolling back, mouth open, surrender painted across my face.

Zed kissed my trembling lips, devouring my moans. “Good girl,” he whispered against my mouth. “That’s what obedience looks like.”

And I realized, shuddering in his arms, that the mirror hadn’t just shown me my reflection. It had shown me the truth—Maya, the Queen, belonged entirely to Zed.

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