Of course!!!!

The bedroom lights were dim, casting soft golden shadows across the sheets.

Roman stood at the foot of the bed, his chest bare, eyes heavy with intent. He looked at the two of us—me and my boyfriend, side by side, curled up and waiting.

We were both smaller now. Submissive. Changed. But different in our own ways. I was soft, doll-like, already used to this role. My boyfriend was newer—his face flushed with the thrill of discovery, his frame delicate and eager.

Roman climbed onto the bed like he was stepping into his throne. The way he looked at us made me feel seen. Owned. Desired.

“You’re both mine tonight,” he said, voice low.

We didn’t argue.

We didn’t want to.

He started slow—touches that made us shiver, kisses that lingered and commanded. His hands explored both our bodies, knowing exactly where to press, where to hold, where to take. My boyfriend trembled beside me, eyes wide, already falling under the same spell I had.

We gave him everything.

The hours blurred. There was no need for time.

Roman guided us, used us, praised us. His voice never stopped—telling us how beautiful we looked, how perfect we felt, how good we were for him. He shifted between us like he owned the night, and we melted into his rhythm without question.

Every moment we spent between his arms made us feel smaller, softer, more his.

At some point, I reached for my boyfriend’s hand, our fingers tangling together between tangled sheets. His eyes met mine, wide and glowing with the same dizzy bliss I felt.

We were both his now.

When the sun started creeping through the curtains, Roman finally collapsed between us, arms pulling us in against his warm, strong chest.

“You two were everything I wanted,” he murmured.

We nuzzled into him, breathless and content.

The world was quiet again.

And we belonged to him.