The weeks that followed passed in a haze of restless anticipation and sleepless nights. Natasha moved through her days like a woman possessed, her body no longer her own, her thoughts consumed by him. The silver lock pendant rested against her sternum, a constant reminder of her submission, its cool weight a benediction and a brand. She touched it often, pressing her fingers against the tiny lock, feeling the metal warm against her skin, and she thought of him, of his hands, of his eyes, of the promise he had made. Soon, very soon, I will take your virginity.
The message arrived on Wednesday evening, a single line of text from the number she had come to know by heart. Friday. Seven o'clock. My home. I have something special planned for you. Something that will take our training to the next level. You have learned to surrender. You have learned to worship. Now you will learn to seduce. And Natasha, wear something that makes you feel powerful. Something that makes you feel like a goddess.
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