Chapter 02

Sofia Bliss

“Oh, my God,” Leticia gasped, putting her hands to her head in despair. “I'm such an idiot! I'm sorry, Sofi! I... got home late last night and didn't have time to put everything away!”

She was crying.

Actually crying.

And somehow, that just made everything more confusing.

“Hey… It’s okay, I was just surprised,” I murmured, my eyes flickering between her and the whip. “Really, Letícia. It’s… fine. I just didn’t understand.”

“It’s temporary, I swear,” she rushed to say, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. “I’m gonna get out. I’ll find a decent job soon. Something normal. I’m done with this, I just—”

She cut herself off, voice trembling.

I wanted to ask what exactly “this” was, but the words stuck in my throat.

Silence crept in between us.

And still… my eyes kept drifting back to the things scattered around.

And she noticed.

“I know it sounds strange. It is, okay? But it's a lot of money. Like... really crazy. I finally started saving up to put a down payment on a house.”

She let out a long, frustrated sigh and flopped down on the sofa as if everything she was saying was too heavy.

“I'm not proud of it, but... it was the only thing that worked.”

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.

I had nowhere else to stay.

I couldn't afford to be afraid.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “I’ll get a job soon too. And I’ll be out of your way. I swear I don’t want to be a burden.”

Her eyes welled up again, this time with shame.

She slapped her thighs in frustration, voice cracking.

“When I first got to the city, I went everywhere. Dropped off résumés, begged for interviews—stores, malls, restaurants—you name it. Nothing. The way they looked at me…” She shook her head. “Like I was some dumb country girl who didn’t belong here. And there was no way I was crawling back to that miserable, stinking village we grew up in. Not after what it cost me to escape.”

I took a deep breath. I understood. More than she knew.

“And then… this came up. And it’s not prostitution, okay?” she added quickly, raising a hand like she was defending herself in court. “It’s something else. Just… playing out fantasies for rich people. Their weird, twisted fantasies.”

The word 'prostitution' hit me like a slap.

I flinched. Slightly. But she caught it.

“Shit, I forgot. You’re not used to this stuff… You probably think it’s disgusting,” she said, giving me a sheepish smile.

I shook my head.

“No… I just didn’t expect it.”

“I get it. But I swear, it’s not as bad as it sounds. There’s no sex—unless 'you' want it. It’s more like… theater. A role. They pay a fortune just to feel humiliated, dominated… whatever. It’s bizarre, yeah, but it works for them.”

I sat there in silence.

Maybe the couch was uncomfortable. Or maybe it was just me.

“It’s okay, Letícia,” I said finally, meeting her eyes. “I’m not judging you. I know what it’s like to have nothing… to feel stuck. If this is how you’re getting by, then… I get it. Really.”

She pulled me into a tight, fierce hug.

“Thank you, Sofi… thank you so much. Just… please don’t tell anyone. Promise me?”

I nodded against her shoulder.

“I promise.”

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Later that night, after a hot shower and some food, I went to the room she’d set up for me.

My suitcase was still closed in the corner.

I lay down carefully on the bed. The sheets were soft, warm, and smelled like fresh fabric softener.

But no matter how hard I tried…

I couldn’t sleep.

The image of that whip… the handcuffs… the collar…

It all came rushing back to me.

And I kept imagining how she used them.

What it felt like to see a man kneeling at her feet.

What it meant to hold that kind of power.

My cheeks burned.

It was embarrassing to think about it.

But God—it was hard 'not' to.

I closed my eyes, trying to push it all away. I turned to the side, as if changing position would chase the thoughts out of my head.

But they clung to me.

They stayed.

And when sleep finally found me… it didn’t bring rest.

It brought something else entirely.

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The scene was dark. Intimate.

I was standing. Wearing something I’d never dare to wear awake—a tight red dress, the kind I’d only seen behind glass displays at expensive boutiques.

In front of me, on his knees, was a man.

A stranger.

He wore a perfectly fitted black suit, but the jacket was open, creased, as if it had been pulled tight. His tie was loose, the top buttons open, and his hair was a mess - as if I'd run my hands through it several times.

But what really held me frozen was the massive bulge between his legs, straining shamelessly against his pants.

His cock is hard.

Hard as a rock.

And he was... for me.

“Please…”

His voice was deep, like a growl wrapped in desperation.

“Punish me, Mistress…”

'Mistress.'

My entire body shivered.

He looked up at me—dark eyes wide, red with shame and raw need.

His breath heavy.

Lips parted.

I took one step forward—and he whimpered. Like a trained dog begging for affection… or punishment.

My fingers brushed his chin, tilting his head up to face me.

He spread his knees wider—open. Willing.

So shameless in his surrender.

His cock throbbed against his slacks. I could see it twitching.

Hot. Alive.

He was starving for me.

“Say what you are,” I whispered, shocked at the sound of my own voice - how seductive, how dirty it came out.

“Your dog... your toy... your trash,” he let slip, licking his lips as if he couldn't wait to be used.

“I'm whatever you want me to be.”

My pussy clenched.

A molten heat surged through me.

I wanted to break him. Ride him.

Make him beg for the smallest touch.

I knelt in front of him, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer.

Just before I could touch that screaming bulge under his pants, he groaned loudly - as if the anticipation was enough to make him cum.

“Sofia… please,” he whispered my name like a prayer.

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I woke up.

Breathing hard.

Chest rising and falling fast.

My thighs pressed tight together.

My hands… were trembling.

My whole body was on fire.

I was… 'so' turned on.

I slid a hand between my legs—and yeah, I was soaked.

Soaked.

I’d never felt like that before.

Never.

I sat up slowly, dizzy. Lost.

What the hell was that?

Why would I dream of something so… filthy?

My face burned hotter than ever. Shame rolled over me.

I ran my hands down my face, trying to scrub the dream from my skin…

But it lingered.

His mouth.

That bulge.

The way he begged.

What kind of person was I turning into?

How did I let this take hold so fast?

I bit down on my lip, guilt creeping in like I’d committed a sin just by dreaming it.

Shit…

I knew it wasn’t normal.

So why… deep down… did I want to fall back asleep?

Why did I want more?

I hugged my pillow, burying my face in it - ashamed. But the taste of that dream still clung to me.

And in that moment, I knew.

Nothing was going to be how I imagined.

Nothing in this city would be what I expected.