Daily Possession
Morning arrived without sunlight.
The heavy curtains in Kael’s bedroom kept the world outside at bay, but Indie could hear the rain still falling against the glass.
She woke slowly, wrapped in warmth and the solid weight of his arm across her waist.
The collar was still around her throat. It had stayed on through the night, a constant reminder of what she had signed and what she had given.
Kael was already awake. She could feel it in the slow, deliberate way his hand stroked up her bare stomach to cup her breast.
His thumb brushed over her nipple until it tightened. He didn’t speak. He simply rolled her onto her back and moved between her thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Indie was still half-asleep when he pushed inside her.
The stretch made her gasp. She was sore from the night before—the piano, the way he had taken her over and over—but her body opened for him anyway.
Kael fucked her slow and deep, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip to hold her in place.
There was no negotiation this time. No almost.
He used her because he could. Because she had agreed he could.
She came quietly, face pressed into his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist. Kael followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her again. When he was finished he stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing against her neck.
“Morning,” he murmured.
Indie smiled against his skin. “Good morning.”
He pulled out slowly and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until she was draped across his chest. His fingers traced the edge of the collar.
“Today we begin the routine,” he said. “No more hiding in the secure room unless there’s an active threat. You’ll work in your studio when I allow it. You’ll eat when I tell you. And you’ll be available to me whenever I decide I want you.”
Indie lifted her head to look at him. “Available how?”
Kael’s eyes were dark with promise. “However I want. Mouth. Cunt. Ass. Whenever I decide. Wherever I decide. You’ll learn to stay ready for me.”
Heat pooled low in her belly at the words. She nodded.
He kissed her forehead. “Good girl. Now get up. Shower. Wear the black silk robe from the closet and nothing underneath. Meet me in my office in thirty minutes.”
Indie obeyed.
The robe was short—barely covering the tops of her thighs.
The silk whispered against her bare skin as she walked through the quiet house. Staff moved in the distance, but none of them looked at her directly. They had clearly been instructed. She felt exposed and strangely safe at the same time.
Kael’s office was exactly as she remembered it. Dark wood.
Massive desk. Monitors glowing on one wall. He was already seated behind it when she entered, dressed in a black button down with the sleeves rolled up. He didn’t look up from his tablet at first.
“Close the door.”
She did.
“Lock it.”
The click of the lock sounded loud in the quiet room.
Kael finally glanced up. His gaze moved over her slowly—from the collar at her throat, down the open neckline of the robe, to her bare legs. He crooked two fingers.
“Come here.”
Indie walked around the desk and stopped between his spread thighs. Kael reached out and untied the belt of the robe with one tug. The silk parted. He pushed it off her shoulders until it pooled at her feet.
“On your knees. Under the desk.”
Her pulse jumped. She sank down without hesitation. The space beneath the desk was tight but not uncomfortable. Kael spread his legs wider to make room for her. His hand came down to stroke her hair once, almost gently.
“I have calls this morning,” he said. “You’re going to keep my cock warm with your mouth while I work. You don’t move unless I tell you to. You don’t come unless I allow it. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The title slipped out naturally. Kael’s eyes darkened with approval.
He unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It was already half hard. Indie leaned forward and took him into her mouth, relaxing her throat the way he had taught her the night before.
She settled there, lips stretched around him, tongue resting against the underside. Kael made a low sound of satisfaction and went back to his tablet.
The first call came in a few minutes later.
Indie stayed perfectly still while he spoke to someone about security upgrades and perimeter reinforcements.
His voice was calm, professional. His hand rested on the back of her head, fingers occasionally tightening in her hair when she swallowed around him.
Every time she shifted even slightly he would tug her hair in warning.
By the time the second call ended, her jaw ached and she was dripping onto the floor between her knees. Kael finally pushed his chair back and looked down at her.
“Up.”
Indie rose on shaky legs. Kael turned her around and bent her over the desk in one smooth motion. The wood was cool against her breasts and stomach. He kicked her feet wider and thrust into her without preamble.
She moaned.
He fucked her hard and fast, one hand gripping her hip, the other pressing between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned.
The desk rattled with every thrust. Papers scattered. His phone buzzed with another incoming call but he ignored it.
“You feel that?” he growled. “This is what your mornings look like now. Bent over whatever surface I choose. Taking my cock because I decided you needed it.”
Indie pushed back against him, desperate. “Yes—please—”
Kael reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles. “Come. Now.”
She shattered with a broken cry, walls clenching around him.
Kael followed seconds later, grinding deep as he filled her again.
He stayed inside her while they both caught their breath. Then he pulled out slowly and helped her stand. The robe was still on the floor. He picked it up and draped it over her shoulders but didn’t tie it.
“Breakfast,” he said. “Then you can work in the studio for two hours. After that I want you plugged and ready for me again.”
Indie’s cheeks flushed. “Plugged?”
Kael opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a sleek black plug—medium size, with a flared base. He coated it with lube from another drawer and turned her around again.
“Bend over.”
She obeyed.
The plug slid in slowly, stretching her in a new way. Indie gasped at the foreign fullness. Kael seated it fully and gave her ass a light slap.
“Keep it in until I remove it. If it comes out without permission, you’ll be punished.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He tied the robe loosely around her waist and kissed the side of her neck, right above the collar.
“Go eat. I’ll have something sent to the studio.”
The rest of the morning passed in a haze of new routine.
Indie worked in her studio with the plug nestled inside her.
Every shift in her chair sent a reminder through her body.
She tried to focus on a new commission—a dark, moody piece for a private client—but her mind kept drifting to Kael.
To the way he had used her mouth under his desk.
To the plug. To the breeding words he had growled against her ear the night before.
Around noon a tray arrived. Simple but perfect—eggs, fruit, coffee. She ate while standing, too restless to sit comfortably.
Kael appeared in the doorway an hour later.
He didn’t speak. He simply crooked a finger and led her back to his office. This time he bent her over the desk again, removed the plug, and replaced it with his cock. He fucked her slower this time, almost lazily, while he reviewed reports on his tablet.
When he came he stayed inside her and worked one-handed, occasionally reaching around to lazily circle her clit until she was shaking and begging.
Only then did he let her come.
By late afternoon Indie was floating in a strange, delicious haze. Her body felt used in the best way. Her mind was quieter than it had been in years. The structure—the commands, the constant awareness of him—settled something restless inside her.
She was in the library sketching when the next message came.
Her personal phone buzzed on the table beside her.
Unknown number.
Indie almost didn’t look. But she did.
The message was short.
He’s making you soft. That’s when they always get you. Ask him what happened the last time he let someone get close.
Attached was a photo she hadn’t seen before.
It was older. Kael, much younger, standing beside Elena in what looked like a hospital room. She was heavily pregnant, smiling. Kael had one arm around her and the other resting on her belly. They looked happy. Untouchable.
The message beneath it read: He couldn’t protect her either.
What makes you think you’re different?
Indie stared at the photo until her vision blurred.
She didn’t delete it.
Instead she picked up the phone and walked to Kael’s office without being summoned.
He was on a call when she entered. He took one look at her face and ended the call immediately.
“What happened?”
Indie handed him the phone.
Kael read the message. His expression didn’t change, but something cold moved behind his eyes. He powered the phone off and set it on his desk.
“They’re trying to drive a wedge,” he said quietly. “Using Elena. Using fear.”
Indie swallowed. “Is it working?”
Kael stood and came around the desk. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, one hand stroking her hair, the other resting over the collar.
“No,” he said against the top of her head. “Because you’re not her. And I’m not the same man I was twelve years ago.”
He pulled back just enough to look at her.
“Tonight we’re going to the club.”
Indie blinked. “Club?”
“My private one. On the lower level of the east wing. It’s secure. Members only. Very few people know it exists.”
His eyes darkened. “I want to show you off. I want to watch other men look at what’s mine and know they’ll never touch you. And I want you to feel what it’s like to be used in front of an audience that understands exactly what this is.”
Indie’s breath caught. Fear and excitement tangled in her chest.
Kael’s hand slid down to squeeze her ass through the robe.
“Wear something short. No underwear. The plug stays in until I take it out.”
He kissed her then—slow and deep and full of dark promise.
“And Indie?”
She looked up at him.
“Tonight you’re going to learn what it really means to be mine in public.”
He turned her toward the door with a light slap on her ass.
“Go get ready. We leave in two hours.”
Indie walked back to her suite on unsteady legs, the plug shifting inside her with every step. The new message still sat in her mind like a shadow, but underneath it was something stronger.
Anticipation.
Tonight she would walk into Kael’s world on his arm, wearing his collar and his marks, and let him show her exactly how thoroughly she belonged to him.
And somewhere in the dark estate, the war was still coming.
But for the first time since she had arrived, Indie wasn’t sure she wanted it to stay away.