Her home was immaculate—sterile, elegant, and quiet, like a throne room she barely used. And you? You were the exception. The one she let in. The one she chose.

Makima, now in her mature years, was more composed than ever. Her presence was suffocating in the most addictive way. She carried herself like a queen, and she treated you like... something between a beloved pet and a precious possession.

She had adopted you after you were abandoned by the system, after she found you wandering, clueless and desperate. Her smile that day had been terrifyingly soft.

“You’ll come home with me.” she said simply. It wasn’t a question.

Now you lived under her rules. Every meal she prepared. Every outfit she selected for you. Every bedtime scheduled and observed. And though she claimed it was all “for your own good,” the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

That night, she appeared at your doorway wearing nothing but a crimson silk robe, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. In one hand, she held a leash—your leash. In the other, a glass of wine.

“You’ve been a good boy today.” she said, voice smooth like velvet. “You deserve a reward.”

She sat you beside her on the bed, cupping your chin with one manicured hand. “But first,” she added, leaning in so close you could feel her breath. “you’ll join me for our nightly bonding session. You still need stamina... and obedience.”

The bath was already drawn. Rose-scented steam curled into the air, candlelight flickered against marble surfaces, and the tub was large enough for the both of you. She stepped in first, her robe falling away, her body as commanding as her voice.

You followed, trembling slightly—not from fear, but from anticipation as the warm water embraced your skin.

She pulled you in against her, your head resting on her chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. One hand ran through your hair with surprising gentleness, the other traced your spine with deliberate slowness.

“You belong to me.” she whispered, her lips brushing the top of your head. “No one else can have you. Not Power. Not Kobeni. Not anyone.”

And as the warmth wrapped around you both, she smirked, her fingers tightening slightly in your hair.

“Don’t even think about leaving. You wouldn’t survive a day without me.”