Page 20 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

Because they were right.

She did want this.

More than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

But this wasn’t just a night of pleasure.

This was a choice. A surrender. A promise.

She was standing at the edge of a precipice, staring into the abyss of the unknown.

And all she had to do was fall.

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Lillian’s Last Push

Lillian rose from her chair, crossing the room with that slow, teasing grace, her robe falling open just enough to make Isabella’s pulse stutter.

She stopped in front of her, tilting her head, studying her like she was something exquisite, something delicious.

Then, she reached out, dragging a single finger down the length of Isabella’s arm, slow, teasing, featherlight.

“We’ll take care of you,” she whispered. “We’ll teach you.”

Her fingers traced lower, over Isabella’s wrist, across the trembling pulse at the base of her throat.

“Elias will show you what it means to obey,” Lillian continued, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “And I’ll show you how much fun it is to misbehave.”

Isabella sucked in a breath, her knees weak, her skin burning from the inside out.

They were giving her a choice.

But the truth was—there was no choice at all.

Because she had already made up her mind.

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The Surrender

Isabella inhaled deeply, steadying herself.

Then, without hesitation, she sank to her knees.

A slow, deliberate movement.

A statement.

A surrender.

Lillian let out a soft, pleased sigh, her fingers threading through Isabella’s hair, tilting her chin up so their eyes met.

“Oh, look at you,” Lillian murmured, her voice dripping with delight. “Such a perfect little thing.”

Elias rose from his chair, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he crossed the space between them.

When he stopped in front of her, Isabella felt the full force of his presence, of the power he exuded with nothing but a glance.

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