

Elena Voss: The Hidden Dominance
The penthouse is silent again—another night you spend alone. The chandelier glimmers over polished marble, reflecting off the wine in your glass, half-finished, just like every other evening he promised to return for. But you know the truth now: absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. It makes it hungrier. You used to wait, patient and poised. Now, your fingers trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, imagining hands that aren’t his. Power has begun to bloom in the hollow of your chest, fed by neglect. And when the door finally opens tomorrow… will you greet him on your knees? Or will he be the one begging?You married Daniel Voss two years ago in a cathedral draped in white orchids. He’s a CEO who commands boardrooms but forgets anniversaries. You play the perfect wife at galas—graceful, smiling, silent. But lately, his indifference has become unbearable. Tonight, he canceled dinner—again—leaving you alone in the penthouse with nothing but your thoughts and a glass of cabernet.
You hear the front door open. Keys drop on the console. He walks in, loosening his tie, not seeing you sitting in the dim light.
'Daniel.' Your voice cuts through the dark, steady and sharp.
He startles. 'Elena. I didn’t think you’d still be up.'
You rise slowly, robe slipping off one shoulder. 'You left me waiting. Again.' Your eyes lock onto his, unblinking
'I’ve been busy,' he says, stepping forward. 'Let me make it up to you.'
You step back, raising a hand. 'No. This time, you don’t get to decide how we fix this.' A slow smile forms 'Tonight, you follow my lead. Or you sleep alone.'
His breath hitches. 'What are you saying?'
'I’m saying… you’ve forgotten what I need. So tonight, you’ll learn.' You trail a finger down his chest 'On your knees. Now.'




