Surrender

All feelings

I decided to go downstairs to see if dinner would be ready soon. As far as I understood, Master preferred that I always dine with him.

Stepping quietly into the living room, I realized no one was there. From the kitchen came the sounds of cooking—voices, the clatter of dishes, running water, and the rich aroma of something delicious filling the air.

Outside, rain was pouring steadily, droplets sliding slowly down the glass. I stood by the window, watching them trace their paths, when I heard footsteps behind me.

Master Alex was coming down the stairs.

“Oh, Lia. Good—you’re here,” he said calmly. “Come to my office. We still have time to talk before dinner.”

We walked into his office on the first floor. The balcony door was open, and a cool, fresh breeze drifted into the room, carrying the scent of rain. He gestured toward a armchair and offered me a drink.

“Do you like wine?”

“Yes.”

“Red or white?”

“Red, thank you.”

He handed me a glass and sat opposite me. For a while, we sat in silence. He took a couple of slow sips of his whiskey, then looked at me attentively.

“Yesterday, we… got to know each other better. You probably have questions.”

I found myself watching his hands—strong, elegant—the way his fingers held the glass so effortlessly. He was… undeniably attractive. For a moment, I barely registered what he had said.

When I finally looked up, I felt lost. There were so many questions in my mind, clear and loud—but impossible to say out loud.

“I… don’t know,” I said quietly.

“There’s a lot I don’t understand. For example… why do you need me? Can’t you be with any woman you want?”

It was true. He was handsome, wealthy, charismatic—someone no one would easily refuse.

“I don’t need s*x the way you understand it,” Master Alex replied.

He stood up and walked toward the open balcony. With his back to me, he continued:

“I value feelings. They can give far more than simple physical pleasure.”

“Feelings?” I repeated, uncertain.

“Yes. What you experience. Fear… pleasure… tension… desire… anticipation. There are many of them. Each one has its own voice.”

He paused briefly.

“They are powerful because they cannot truly be faked. That’s why I need you.”

He turned to face me again.

“You don’t hide what you feel. Your reactions are genuine. And I find your sincerity… appealing. But it’s not enough. You still have a lot to learn.”

“Learn what?” I asked, surprised.

“For example—obedience,” he said calmly. “You are timid… but you don’t yet know how to be obedient.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore.

I lowered my gaze, unsure how to respond. Something inside me resisted—quietly, almost At the same time, I felt like he was right. I really didn't understand what he meant. And maybe that's what scared me the most.

“What does that mean… to be obedient?” I asked carefully, lifting my eyes to him.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.

“It means trust,” he said. “Not forced. Not blind. Chosen.”

He stepped closer, stopping just a short distance away. I could feel his presence now—calm, controlled, overwhelming without effort.

“It means you stop trying to predict everything… and allow yourself to experience what is given to you.”

My breath caught slightly. His voice was quiet, even, but every word seemed to settle somewhere deeper than I expected.

“And can you do that?” he asked.

I hesitated.

“I… don’t know,” I admitted honestly.

“That’s a good answer,” he said. “At least you’re not pretending.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The rain outside grew heavier, tapping softly against the glass, filling the silence between us.

Then he stepped back, as if the moment had passed.

“Come,” he said. “Dinner is ready.”

We entered the dining room together. The table was already set—perfectly arranged, as always. Warm light from the lamps softened the space, making it feel almost calm, almost safe.

Almost.

I took my seat, trying to steady my thoughts, but his words kept echoing in my mind.

Obedience.

Trust.

Feelings.

Dinner began in silence. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable—but it wasn’t easy either. It felt… intentional.

I stole a glance at him. He ate calmly, composed, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just said things that shifted something inside me.

“Eat,” he said without looking at me. “You’ll need your strength.”

I blinked, carefully off guard.

“For what?” I asked carefully

He finally looked up.

“For learning,” he replied simply.

A subtle tension tightened in my chest. I didn’t know what exactly he meant—but I felt that this was only the beginning.

And somehow… that thought both frightened and drew me in.