Chapter 1

Ethan knelt before her, eyes wide with adoration, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sheer presence of her. Mistress Lena was everything he had ever dreamed of—voluptuous, soft, and utterly commanding. Draped in a silky black robe that barely contained her ample curves, she reclined on her throne-like chaise, sipping from a decadent chocolate shake, each slow sip making his knees weaker.

"Look at you," she purred, running a manicured finger along the rim of her glass. "So eager. So desperate to serve."

"Yes, Mistress," he breathed, his hands resting on his thighs, palms up, waiting. He had learned never to touch without permission.

She smirked, taking another indulgent sip before setting the glass aside. "I’ve been indulging all day," she mused, running a hand over her plush belly. "And yet, I feel like I deserve more. Don’t you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress," he echoed, his throat dry with longing.

"Good boy." She shifted, her body pressing into the soft cushions, the weight of her presence making him feel even smaller, even more powerless beneath her gaze. "Then show me how grateful you are. Worship every inch of me."

Ethan crawled closer, pressing reverent kisses to her thick thighs, inhaling her intoxicating scent. His lips traced over her soft skin, each press of his mouth an offering, a silent prayer to the goddess before him.

She chuckled, grabbing a handful of his hair, tilting his head back to meet her gaze. "You love this, don’t you? Being beneath me. Serving me. Knowing that your only purpose is to please me."

"More than anything, Mistress," he gasped, his entire body aching for her approval.

Her full lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Then perhaps I’ll keep you around a little longer," she teased, pressing a warm, heavy hand to the back of his head, guiding him exactly where she wanted him.

Ethan shuddered in pure bliss. To be beneath her, to worship her growing body, to surrender completely—this was heaven.

And he would do anything to keep it that way.