He works tirelessly to build the life they both chose.
The stability.
The shelter.
The structure that lets her live the truth she has always craved.
And beneath his desk, she waits.
Collared. Chained. Close enough to feel him shift above her. Close enough to hear the rhythm of his breathing. Close enough to remember that even while he works, she is still under his control.
Not forgotten.
Not ignored.
Kept.
Her body stays quiet, but her mind is alive with anticipation. Every movement from him makes her focus sharpen. Every pause makes her wonder if this is the moment he will reach for her, call her, use her, or leave her there to ache in obedience.
She is not there to distract him.
She is there to serve him.
To ease the weight he carries.
To offer softness when the world has been hard.
To become the quiet pleasure waiting beneath the pressure of his day.
She does not need to interrupt his work.
She only needs to be near him, held in his control, ready when he calls.
Always close.
Always waiting.
Always his.
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