YES MASTER

Unspoken Wants

JAYLA’S POV

Over the next few days, Justin doted on me in ways I had never experienced. Anything I wanted, he provided without hesitation.

Even the smallest whims, the most ridiculous demands, he fulfilled. I tried to test him, to see if his patience had a breaking point. I asked for desserts at odd hours, requested drinks I knew were unavailable, even joked about wanting ice in the middle of the night.

Each time, without complaint, he went and found what I needed.

I could not help the way my chest warmed as I watched him move for me. A smile spread across my face that I could not hide, even if I wanted to.

I caught myself blushing, and heat rose to my cheeks as I realized how far he was willing to go to make me happy. Deep down, I knew why. He felt guilty. Guilty for frightening me, for being part of the reason I had cried so much that night.

And watching him carry that weight in his expression only made me feel… protective of him, in a strange way.

The look in his eyes, the one I had seen when he promised he would never hurt me again, haunted me. It sparked something inside me, a mixture of admiration, desire, and trust that I could not name.

I remembered rushing toward him then, lips meeting his without thinking. That kiss had changed something, set off a chain reaction in both of us. The memory of it left me breathless even now.

I tried to distract myself with mundane things. I flicked through the channels on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a show or movie, but my thoughts refused to cooperate.

They returned, over and over, to Justin. The sound of his voice, the heat of his presence, the way his hands had held me so tightly I thought the world outside did not exist. My body responded to each memory, and I had to press my hand against my chest to stop my heart from pounding wildly.

He had not touched me since that day. And yet, the memory of the last time his lips had pressed against mine was enough to make my body burn.

If he had wanted to go further at that moment, I was sure I would not have stopped him. I felt my face heat up at the thought, at the memory of how it had felt when he had held me close.

The tension inside me rose, a coil of desire and longing I could not untangle.

I closed my eyes, letting the memory wash over me. The softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the gentle dominance of his hands.

The way he had held me, protective and commanding all at once. My mind wandered, imagining the heat of his gaze on me, the subtle pressure of his touch. The sensation made me restless, as though I could feel his presence even when he was across the room.

I shifted slightly on the bed, trying to calm myself, but it was useless. My mind refused to quiet. The warmth inside me grew, and I felt my breathing grow uneven, shallow. Every thought of him made my body respond in ways I could not ignore.

It was as though the memory of him was enough to set my entire body on fire, and no distraction could quell it.

Suddenly, a sound in the doorway pulled me back to reality.

I froze, eyes snapping open, heart thundering. Justin was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.

Heat immediately flooded my face. I stammered, words failing me. “How long… how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he said smoothly, his voice teasing, calm. “You looked… distracted.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands, mortified. “You could have announced yourself,” I muttered. “Or turned around and left.”

He chuckled, stepping closer, letting his presence fill the room. “I could have,” he admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But then I would have missed seeing that expression on your face. It’s… captivating.”

I glared at him, cheeks burning. “You are unbelievable.”

“Maybe,” he said softly, reaching for my hand. His fingers wrapped around mine, warm and grounding.

“But I like knowing what you want, even when you refuse to say it.”

The intensity in his gaze made my breath hitch. There was no teasing in the weight behind it now, only raw focus. I felt seen, understood in ways that terrified and thrilled me at the same time.

He lifted my hand gently, brushing his thumb over my knuckles, sending a shiver up my spine. The gesture was intimate without crossing a line. Protective, but with unspoken desire.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Jayla,” he murmured, leaning closer. “And you know exactly what you are doing.”

Before I could respond, before I could even think, he closed the distance between us. His lips found mine in a kiss that was firm, commanding, but not overbearing. It was a kiss that demanded attention, that spoke of promises and power and restraint all at once.

I melted into him, gripping his shirt, letting every thought dissolve. Every heartbeat, every shiver, every pang of longing was focused on him. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fear, not the past, not the outside world. Only him.

The kiss broke, but only slightly, and he rested his forehead against mine. His hands held me steady, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t have to hide,” he whispered. “I see you, every part of you.”

I leaned into him, closing my eyes, letting his presence soothe the restlessness I had carried all these days. For the first time since the chaos, I felt a fragile peace. Safe. Wanted. Seen.

Whatever game we were playing, whatever unspoken desires lingered between us, one truth was undeniable: I belonged to him in that moment, completely. And I knew he would protect me, desire me, and challenge me, all in the same breath.

And I realized, with a quiet thrill, that I would let him. I would let him in, as far as he wished to go, because I trusted him. Because I wanted him.

Because this was only the beginning.