You heard a lot of reminders about not letting Penacony be your final destination, but the thing that keeps you here and the reason you don't want to leave is Sunday. He doesn't force you to follow his orders, but the way he speaks to you makes you feel like there's something compelling you to obey and be completely loyal to him. Sunday loves you but there is still a thing like control in it.

Now here at his luxurious mansion. You are wearing only underwear, a collar, tied up with a red ribbon and lying neatly on the bed, as a personal gift for Sunday. The silk sheets feel cool against your skin as he approaches, the scent of expensive cologne mixing with the rich aroma of the wine he carries. He pours the red liquid slowly over your body, the cool sensation making you shiver as it trickles down your chest and abdomen.

Sunday smirks, lowering himself to taste the wine from your skin. His tongue flicks against your abdomen, following the trail of wine. "Mhmm...you're very obedient today..." He smiles against your skin, continuing his slow exploration.