"Why ruin the fun so quickly? Mommy is really angry," Caelia scolded him. "My favorite son disappears for so long and doesn’t even think he should come visit his mother when he returns."

A small smile tugged at my lips. Caelia really was hopeless. I shook my head, answering with a mix of amusement and feigned submission.

"I’m sorry, Mommy. In exchange, you can do whatever you want..."

Caelia’s thighs clenched tightly at those words. The excitement they triggered was already enough to push her toward orgasm just from imagining what she would do to him.

She stood in front of Cassian, who—aside from the restraints and the blindfold covering his eyes—was shirtless, wearing only his pants, completely at her mercy in that chair.

She leaned forward and slowly dragged her nails across his abdomen, leaving four faint red lines that vanished almost instantly thanks to his regeneration.

Cassian didn’t even flinch. He only tilted his head slightly, as if he were enjoying the contact.

Caelia smiled with wicked delight.

"First... I’m going to remind you who you belong to."

She straddled his thighs, pressing her hot center against the fabric of his pants.

She could already feel him half-hard beneath her.

That only fueled her obsession even more. She moved slowly, grinding against him with deliberate slowness, savoring the friction as her hands slid up his chest until they wrapped possessively around his neck.

"You disappeared for so long..." she whispered near his ear, biting his earlobe hard enough to leave a mark. "Mommy went crazy without you."

Her hips rolled with more insistence, pressing her swollen clit against his growing erection. The fabric between them was starting to grow damp with her juices.

"Now you’re going to make it up to me."

She yanked the blindfold off his eyes with a sharp tug. The moment Cassian’s calm violet gaze met hers, Caelia felt a shiver run through her. Even though he was the one tied up and at her mercy, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the power dynamic was actually reversed.

She kissed him violently, biting his lower lip until she tasted the metallic tang of his blood. Her tongue invaded his mouth while one hand slid between their bodies and squeezed his cock over his pants, stroking it firmly.

"You’re getting hard for me..." she panted against his lips, proud. "Even tied up like a prisoner, your body knows who its owner is."

Caelia straightened up slightly, slid the straps of her black dress down her shoulders, and let her heavy breasts spill out.

She took one of them and brought it to Cassian’s mouth.

"Suck," she ordered, her voice low and authoritative.

Cassian obeyed, opening his mouth and sucking her nipple hard, tugging at it with his teeth, playing with her.

Caelia moaned loudly, arching her back, but she didn’t stop moving her hips against his lap, grinding faster and faster, shamelessly chasing her own pleasure.

"Just like that... good boy," she gasped, tangling her fingers in his dark hair and pulling hard to keep him pressed against her chest.

Her movements became rougher, more desperate. She could feel her pussy throbbing.

She was close.

So close.

And yet, even in the middle of her domination, she could sense the controlled tension in his body. The way his muscles remained relaxed despite the restraints. The serene, slightly amused look in his eyes as she fell apart on top of him.

Cassian continued sucking her nipple with dedication, licking and biting exactly as she had ordered, but his expression remained far too calm, too controlled for someone who was supposedly at her mercy.

Caelia was panting louder now, rubbing herself desperately against the erection that was painfully straining his pants.

She was right on the edge of coming when Cassian released her nipple with a wet sound and looked up at her.

"Like this, Mommy?" he asked in a low, almost innocent voice. His violet eyes sparkled with a mix of feigned submission and dark amusement. "I’m not sure if I’m doing it right... tell me how you like it more."

Caelia narrowed her eyes, breathing heavily.

She knew perfectly well he was playing with her.

That calm gaze, that tiny smirk barely curving the corner of his lips... he was torturing her on purpose.

"Harder," she growled, yanking his hair. "Suck me harder, Cassian."

"As you wish..." he murmured obediently.

He took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked with more force, but still with a deliberate slowness that drove her insane. His tongue traced lazy circles while his hips stayed completely still, denying her the friction she was desperately seeking.

Caelia let out a frustrated moan and started grinding faster on his lap, chasing her orgasm.

Just as she felt she was about to reach it, Cassian released her breast and tilted his head, looking at her with that fake innocence that both infuriated and aroused her.

"Do you want to come like this?" he asked softly, as if he genuinely didn’t understand. "Just by rubbing yourself on me... is that enough for you?"

His eyes said the complete opposite.

They shone with pure challenge and sadistic amusement.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Caelia growled and grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to look at her.

"Stop playing, Cassian. I know you know exactly how to drive me crazy."

He smiled slowly—that dangerous smile that always made her lose control.

"Me? I’m just being a good, obedient boy... like you asked," he replied in a submissive tone, but the way his eyes darkened betrayed the game. "Or do you want me to do something more? I’m not sure what... maybe you should teach me."

Caelia felt a shiver of pure anticipation mixed with rage.

She climbed off his lap in one abrupt motion, breathing hard, her dress bunched around her waist and her breasts still exposed and flushed from his attention.

She knelt in front of him and impatiently yanked his pants down, freeing his hard, heavy cock, which sprang up against his abdomen.

He was fully erect.

Caelia took him in one hand and began stroking him with firm, steady movements, staring into his eyes.

"Let’s see how long you can hold out..." she whispered maliciously.

Cassian let out a soft sigh of pleasure, but his expression barely changed.

Only that damn lopsided smile.

"I’m trying to behave, Mommy..." he murmured, pretending to struggle. "But if you keep touching me like that... I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself."

Caelia leaned down and slowly dragged her tongue along his entire length, from base to tip, savoring him. When she reached the head, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard.

Cassian let out a low growl, his hips twitching once before he restrained himself.

His violet eyes locked onto her with growing intensity.

Caelia pulled him out of her mouth with a wet sound and looked up at him defiantly.

"Still want to keep playing innocent?"

Cassian tilted his head, his smile now darker, hungrier.

"Just a little longer..." he whispered.

Caelia squeezed his cock harder, pumping him with fast, precise strokes.

"Then you’re going to have to beg first," she snapped.

Cassian let out a low, husky laugh and gently tugged at the restraints holding him to the chair.

"You know I can break these whenever I want, right?" he said calmly, almost sweetly. "But I’m enjoying seeing you this desperate for me too much."

Suddenly, his gaze changed completely.

The fake innocence vanished, replaced by the real Cassian.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice low and deep, with no trace of submission left.

Caelia felt her pussy clench hard just from the tone of his voice.

"I’m not done yet—" she tried to protest.

"Now, Caelia."

She stood up almost without thinking, trembling with excitement.

Cassian looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her soaked sex and her flushed, reddened breasts.

«Today would be the last day of Caelia as Leonardo’s doting mother.»