Page 191 of The Silent War
“If she hates it?” Luca asked.
“Then it comes off. We don’t force her to wear something she can’t stand.”
He nodded. “But we’ll prove it to her. That it’s not a chain. It’s love. It’s us.”
I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “Every time it clicks shut, she’ll know we’re with her. Even when we’re not in the room.”
Luca’s mouth curved, sharp. “And when she feels the weight—she’ll remember who put it there.”
Our hands around her throat, holding her when we couldn’t. We’d prove it to her that it was love.
“Engagement ring,” I said.
“Statement piece,” he tapped the margin. “She belongs to billionaires, everyone should know it before they know her name.”
I nodded.
“Thigh Seal and Vow,” he went on. “She’s collared. Seated. Hands behind her back.” He repeated the wording from the Codex.
“I’ll kneel first,” I told him. “Hands on her thighs. We both say the vow.”
“And you ink it,” he finished.
“You’ve got the steadier hand. You tattoo it, I’ll hold her.”
Lucas nodded, his gaze flicking back to the Codex page markedTraining His Pet.
We both knew every line by heart. But tonight, it wasn’t just about memorizing the law — it was about her.
“We need to hit boundaries early,” Luca said. “She’s still keeping score.”
I knew exactly what he meant. “She thinks if she gets something from you, she owes me the exact same thing — right then, same night, same way.”
“Exactly. Like last month, you had her on the balcony, just touching her. And the second we walked back in, she pulled me into the kitchen like she needed to even the score.”
“She’s measuring it. Like it’s some balance she has to keep so she doesn’t fuck up.”
“And if she gets from one, she’s expecting herself togivedouble,” Luca added. “She thinks she’s going to have to match everything. If you go down on her, she’ll try to blow me before she’s even caught her breath.”
“That’s what we break during the Lock-In. She has to know it’s not a transaction.”
I leaned forward over the Codex, tapping the margin besideDefine sexual obedience. “We make it part of the training. One night — maybe night three — you take her upstairs alone. I don’t walk in. I don’t even touch her until the next day.”
“She’ll be looking for you,” Luca said. “Trying to figure out if you’re angry she’s was with me. She won’t find it.”
“That’s the point. You put her to bed knowing there’s no punishment coming from me.”
“And the reverse,” Luca said, voice low. “Night five — You keep her in a suite. She wakes up with you. I don’t go near her. She needs to see my face in the morning andnotsee resentment there”
“She’ll try to offer herself to make up for it,”
“That’s when we stop her. Make it clear there’s no punishment if she gives to one without the other present. We’re not competing. We’re the same. But the rules don’t change.”
“Exactly. Same obedience expectations. Same submission. Doesn’t matter which one of us she’s with, the standards stay identical.”
“Last thing we need is confusing her,”
“She learns the same words get the same reaction, no matter who’s speaking them.”
