Chapter 11

* The Bath of Surrender*

Lena returned to the estate in the evening, cheeks flushed from a rare day of relative freedom.The city had felt like a dream. Despite everything, she enjoyed visiting her mother, she had missed her very much.

For a few precious hours, she had almost felt like herself again. After getting in to the internal server of the plug and changing the setting, she had taken the plug out with trembling hands. Elias had warned her not to ever touch anything he put inside her. She wasnt sure what horrible fate awaited her when she returned to the estate, but she had to try, at least for the sake of her own mind. She had spent a few more hours talking to her mother before returning to the estate.

Her mind drifted back to that shocking conversation she had with her mother just before leaving.

Inside the modest kitchen, the tea had gone cold. Lena’s outburst still hung heavy in the air, her cheeks streaked with angry tears after confronting her mother about the childhood surgery, the hidden “gift,” and Elias Voss’s long shadow over their lives.

But the words kept spilling out. She couldn’t stop now.

“He’s not just teaching me surgery, Mom,” Lena whispered harshly, voice cracking.

“He controls everything. He put ... something inside me. A device. He punishes me when I disobey. He touches me like I belong to him—kisses me, uses my body, makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. He controls what I eat, what I wear ... everything. He owns me. And you still think he’s some savior?Whats wrong with you mom?”

Her mother’s face tightened with discomfort, but not the horror Lena had expected. Instead, the older woman reached out again, her grip gentle but firm on Lena’s wrist.

“Sweetheart ... you should listen to him. Dr. Voss knows what’s best for you. He always has.”

Lena stared at her, stunned into silence for a long second. The betrayal cut deeper than anything Elias had done.

“You can’t be serious mom.” she breathed, pulling her hand away as if burned. “I just told you he’s punishing me, controlling me like some project—and you’re defending him? After everything?”

Her mother sighed, eyes distant yet strangely serene. “He saved your life twice now. Whatever methods he uses ... they’re for your own good. Brilliant men like him see further than the rest of us. If he’s strict with you, it’s because he cares enough to teach you properly. Don’t fight him, Lena. It will only make things harder.”

Lena stood up so fast the chair nearly toppled. Disbelief crashed over her in waves. How can she say that? Had Elias threatened her? Paid her off? Or did her mother genuinely believe this—had the years of gratitude twisted into something almost worshipful?

“Mom ... did he get to you too? Did he threaten you to keep quiet all these years?” Her mother only shook her head softly. “No threats, darling. I’ve always known what kind of man he is. Cold, yes. But the best chance you’ll ever have. Trust him. Listen to him.”

Lena backed away, heart pounding with fresh betrayal. She couldn’t believe the woman who had raised her was choosing Elias’s side so calmly. The conversation left her raw, furious, and more alone than ever.

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Now she was back again ... in the palace of the devil.

The moment she stepped through the grand doors again, reality settled back again.

Elias was waiting.

He greeted her at the entrance with a rare, almost gentle smile and took her hand without a word.

“How are you my love? Did you enjoy visiting your mother?” Elias said as he took her in his arms tightly and began kissing her on her plump lips ... immediately his arms began stroking her back. “Mmmmm ... I missed you so much today my beautiful pet.”

... one of his hands went to cradle her head and began kissing her face, the other one started a slow path down her back until it rested on her soft bottom and started kneading her bottom. He cupped the back of Lena’s head with one strong hand, fingers threading possessively through her silky hair as he tilted her face upward, claiming her with slow, deliberate kisses that mapped every inch of her flushed features. His lips brushed her forehead with surprising tenderness, then trailed down to her fluttering eyelids, the bridge of her nose, and finally captured her trembling mouth in a deep, devouring kiss that stole her breath. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down to knead the soft, rounded fullness of her ass, fingers digging into the yielding flesh with expert hunger—he loved playing with her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them rhythmically, molding them in his palm as if sculpting his perfect claim upon her body. Through her dress he pressed on the base of her plug pushing it deeper.

Lena trembled and gasped.

Each firm grope sent jolts of unwanted heat spiraling through her core, making her whimper into his mouth while her hips instinctively pushed back against his touch, her skin growing slick with fresh arousal as the dual sensations—of sensual kisses on her face and possessive, hungry kneading below—left her dizzy, aching.

“Did you touch your plug today my sweet girl?”He asked out of the blue. Lena felt a sudden jolf of fear sent her heart in to her throad and panic surged through her like ice water.

“No sir I didn’t ... He looked down at her, his expression carved in silence, eyes unreadable. His cryptic expression revealed nothing.

Somehow Lena sensed something in him. He knew. But he didnt say anything. That was far worse than any punishment.

At last, as if satisfied by her answer, he led her into the master bathroom, a sanctuary of warm marble, soft lighting, and the delicate scent of jasmine and rose. A large, deep bathtub had been filled to half with fragrant water, petals floating on the surface. Candles flickered around the edges. It looked romantic. Intimate. Terrifying.

Lena’s heart started pounding. Why had he prepared the bath like this? What if he wanted to take her? Tonight? She was hesitant.

“My sweet,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “Time for your bath.”

“I ... I dont want a bath right now ... and I dont like this plug in me sir. I want it out. “ She dug in her heels and refused to move.

“Lena?” He gave her a sharp look of warning.

Her lips trembled, a faint quiver she couldn’t quite suppress.

Elias stood in the steam-filled bathroom, his eyes still carrying that lingering warning as he met Lena’s tear-streaked gaze. Without a word, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting it slide off his shoulders and drop to the tiled floor, revealing the tense lines of his chest. He paused briefly before unfastening his pants and stepping out of them, standing bare in front of her.

He stood there before her, his body a masterpiece of quiet strength and raw masculinity that stole Lena’s breath even through her falling tears.

Broad shoulders tapered into a powerfully sculpted chest, every muscle defined from years of tension, leading down to the taut ridges of his abdomen and the sharp V-lines that disappeared toward his hips. His legs were long and athletic.

“Look at my body my love. What you see is the result of years of taking the supplements Im giving you now through your anal plug. Look at the result.”

“But I dont like this plug sir. Please ... I promise to eat the supplemts ... all of them.” She pleaded.

“The supplements the plug gives you are what make your body so healthy, my love,” he explained. “They deliver a precise blend of micronutrients, hormones, regenerative compounds, and immune boosters directly through the rectal wall — the most efficient absorption route in the human body. I take the same supplements myself. That’s why my body is so strong, so powerful, so resilient. You know I can stay on my feet through long surgeries without a problem. You need that strength too. I built it that way from my childhood.”

Lena shifted uncomfortably on her feet, the plug making her feel full and invaded. Her voice came out small and reluctant.

“But do you get them the same way? Through an anal plug?” She asked innocently.