Chapter 20

Elias led Lena into the operating wing with a hand resting possessively at the small of her back. The moment they crossed the threshold, she witnessed another facet of the man who ruled her world — a side that stole her breath even more than his darkness.

From eight until two, he performed ten complex surgeries with breathtaking mastery. Each procedure was a masterpiece of precision and control: a delicate spinal decompression, an intricate cerebral aneurysm clipping, multiple tumor resections, and advanced reconstructive work that left the surgical teams in silent awe. Elias moved like a conductor leading an invisible symphony — calm, commanding, almost otherworldly. His hands, the same hands that had done unspeakable things to her body, now performed miracles under the bright lights.

By two o’clock, the final patient was wheeled out stable and cared for. It was a record that left even the most seasoned surgeons whispering in disbelief.

Elias removed his mask and turned to Lena, his steel-gray eyes warm with quiet pride.

“Well done, my love,” he murmured, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “Come with me.”

He took her hand and led her again to the private procedure room just off the main corridor. The door clicked shut behind them, the lock turning with soft finality. Without a word, he guided her this time into the adjoining bathroom.

“Pull down your pants and sit on the toilet, little one,” he instructed gently.

Lena’s cheeks burned, but she obeyed, sliding the scrub pants down her legs and lowering herself onto the cool seat. Elias brought a chair beside her and sat down, close enough that his knee brushed hers. The intimacy of the moment — him fully dressed and composed, her partially exposed and vulnerable — made her heart race with shame and confusion.

“Spread your legs for me,” he said softly.

She parted her thighs, trembling.

“Wider Lena ... put each of them at the far end.” He said as he reached forward and patted her thighs with enough force that made Lena jump and obey immediately.

Elias reached between them with careful fingers, grasping the base of the tampon and drawing it out slowly. He held it up to the light, studying it with the same clinical focus he gave to his patients.

“Good girl.” he murmured approvingly. “Healthy color. You’re responding well to my supplements.”

Lena didn’t know how to feel. The act was deeply humbling.

“Now pee for me, little one.”

Her face burned hotter. “Master ... I can’t. Not with you watching me like this. Please I need privacy.” Elias leaned forward, one hand resting on her inner thigh. “Of course You can, and you will. Relax for me. Let go.”

She tried. Her body refused, clenched tight with shame and self-consciousness. Elias’s expression remained patient, but his hand moved with purpose. He parted her folds gently with two fingers, exposing her fully. His other hand reached for the handheld shower hose beside the toilet, turning it on to a gentle, warm stream.

He kept one hand between her legs, his fingers stroking her clit with slow, expert circles — light at first, then firmer, more insistent. At the same time, he directed the warm water pressure directly onto her sensitive folds, the pulsing stream teasing her entrance and clit alongside his fingers.

Lena gasped sharply, her hips jerking. The dual sensation — his skilled fingers and the rhythmic pressure of warm water — overwhelmed her almost instantly. She went crazy within seconds, moaning loudly, her head falling back as pleasure crashed through her despite the humiliating position.

Elias had her exactly where he wanted her—perched helplessly on the edge of the toilet seat, Half-naked and exposed under the harsh bathroom light, Lena’s body trembled with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal. Her arms were stretched high above her head, wrists firmly pinned in his grip, leaving her chest thrust forward and her most intimate places completely vulnerable.

When the first pulse of warm water from the handheld showerhead struck her sensitive folds, Lena instinctively tried to snap her thighs shut, squeezing them together again and again in a desperate bid to shield herself.

“None of that,” Elias growled, his voice thick with command. He delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her inner thigh, the crack echoing off the tiles. Before she could recover, he hooked his strong legs around hers, forcing them wide apart until she was splayed obscenely open, her knees pressed outward by his own. The position left her utterly helpless, her slick pussy on full display and dripping with anticipation.