Page 13 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

“Kneel.”

One word. A command, not a request.

A pulse of heat shot through Isabella’s body, her breath catching in her throat.

She should have hesitated.

But she didn’t.

She obeyed.

Slowly, she lowered herself, sinking onto her knees before him, her fingers shaking, her pulse hammering in her ears.

Lillian’s soft hum of approval reached her ears, and when Isabella looked up, she found those dark, sinful eyes watching her, filled with amusement and hunger.

Elias ran a finger along Isabella’s jaw, tilting her chin up until their eyes met.

His gaze was calm, controlled, devastatingly intense.

“You’ll learn to do as you’re told.”

Isabella’s body clenched, burned, ached in places she had never ached before.

Because she wanted this.

She wanted to be taught.

And Elias knew it.

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Lillian’s Game

Lillian moved behind her, her fingers trailing down Isabella’s shoulders, along her arms, teasing, testing.

“Look at her,” Lillian murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. “She’s already so pliant. So eager.”

Her hands glided lower, slow, deliberate, fingers tracing along the edge of Isabella’s dress.

Isabella sucked in a sharp breath, her body strung so tight it was nearly unbearable.

Lillian’s lips brushed against her ear, her voice a sensual whisper that sent shivers rolling down Isabella’s spine.

“You want to be good for him, don’t you?”

Isabella’s breath hitched.

Lillian’s touch didn’t stop, moving over her, teasing at the fabric of her dress, slipping along the bare skin beneath.

She wasn’t just being touched.

She was being owned.

And Elias?

He watched.

His breathing slow, measured, his posture relaxed but radiating control. He let Lillian explore her first, let her test Isabella’s limits, let her push and pull.

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