Edmund turned back to the bed, expecting to see Angela's sleeping form nestled in the sheets, her body still recovering from the intensity of the night they shared. But when his eyes landed on the empty space, he frowned. She was gone. His gaze swept across the room, catching the slight movement of the bathroom door. With a slow, purposeful stride, he made his way to the washroom, pushing the door open just enough to see inside.

　　There she stood, in front of the large bathroom mirror, completely unaware of his presence, staring at her own reflection, her fingers lightly tracing the marks on her body, the small bruises and love bites that had darkened to a purplish-red hue overnight. Her hands ghosted over her breasts, over the curve of her hips, marveling at the visual remnants of their passion. Each mark was a symbol of his claim on her, a reminder of his possessive touch.

　　Edmund leaned against the doorframe, watching her silently through the mirror, his eyes growing darker with each passing second. The sight of her admiring the marks he had left on her body ignited something primal in him. She belonged to him, body and soul, and seeing her bask in the aftereffects of their night together only deepened his need to dominate her.

　　He moved toward her, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Angela didn't notice him until he was right behind her. She startled slightly as she felt his strong hands slip around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

　　"Why did you step out without my permission? You know what happens when you disobey me, don't you?"

　　Angela's breath hitched, her eyes locking with him through the reflection in the mirror. There was a hunger in his gaze that made her pulse race, but beneath that hunger was a quiet warning, a reminder of the control he wielded over her.

　　"I… I didn't think you'd mind," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

　　Edmund's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to make his point. "You don't get to decide what I mind," he said, his tone authoritative, brooking no argument. "When I tell you to stay put, you stay put. Understand?"

　　Angela nodded, her throat tight with anticipation. She had always known that crossing the lines with Edmund meant consequences, and yet, a part of her relished the punishment he promised.

　　"You deserve to be punished for this," Edmund murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "And you'll take it, won't you?"

　　She nodded again, biting her lower lip. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. He had claimed her once already, but his need for dominance was insatiable. And as much as she feared the intensity of his punishments, she couldn't deny the thrill it sent coursing through her veins.

　　Without warning, Edmund spun her around to face him, his large hands gripping her hips possessively. He guided her toward the shower, flicking on the water with a quick motion. The water cascaded down, steaming up the glass walls of the shower as the temperature rose. He pushed Angela gently under the stream, the hot water soaking her hair and running down her body in rivulets.

　　Edmund stepped in behind her, his hands sliding up her arms, gripping her wrists before pinning them above her head against the cool, wet tile wall. The water beat down on them, and the contrast of heat and cold sent goosebumps prickling along her skin. She let out a soft gasp as she felt him press his body against hers, his breath hot on her neck once again.

　　"You think you can disobey me and get away with it? You belong to me, Angela. Every part of you."

　　Angela's heart pounded in her chest, her body responding to his every touch despite the warning in his voice. She felt her pulse quicken as his hands slid down from her wrists, tracing the curves of her body with a possessive reverence. He was in no rush, his movements slow, deliberate, designed to make her feel every inch of his control.

　　Edmund's hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back against him, his chest pressed to her back as the water cascaded over them. He lowered his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. Angela whimpered softly as he nipped at her skin, his teeth just barely grazing her flesh, enough to remind her of his dominance without breaking the surface.

　　"You should've stayed in bed," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. "But now, you'll have to learn your place all over again."

　　He turned her around so she was facing him, his hands cupping her face with surprising tenderness. His eyes bored into hers, the weight of his gaze making her feel small, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. But in that vulnerability, Angela found herself surrendering to him once more, the thrill of submission weaving its way through her.

　　Edmund's lips claimed hers in a heated kiss, one that was both punishing and possessive. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth with the same intensity he had shown the night before. Angela melted into the kiss, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders as the heat between them grew.

　　Without breaking the kiss, Edmund reached down and grabbed the back of her thigh, lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist. Angela moaned softly as the movement pressed her closer to him, their wet bodies sliding together under the shower's steady stream. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, the heat of his desire mirroring her own.

　　He kissed her deeply, his lips trailing from her mouth down to her throat, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved lower. Angela's breath hitched when his mouth found the sensitive spot just beneath her collarbone, where he had marked her before. The sensation of his mouth on her skin, combined with the warm water flowing over them, was almost too much to bear.

　　"Edmund," she whispered breathlessly, her fingers tangling in his wet hair as she tried to pull him closer.

　　His hands roamed over her body, possessively tracing every curve, every dip, as if he was memorizing her all over again. His fingers slid over the bruises and bite marks that now decorated her skin, and he smirked against her shoulder as he felt her body respond to his touch.

　　"Do you like how I've marked you? Do you like being mine, Angela?"

　　She nodded, biting her lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her throat. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

　　Edmund's hands slid lower, gripping her hips as he pulled her flush against him. "Say it again."

　　"I'm yours," she breathed, her body trembling as his hands roamed over her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

　　A satisfied growl rumbled in Edmund's throat as he kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue claiming her mouth with fierce intensity. He pressed her back against the wall, the water cascading down over them as the heat of their bodies intertwined with the steam that filled the shower. Angela's pulse raced as his hands moved with purpose, his dominance radiating through every touch, every kiss.

　　His lips left a scorching trail down her neck and over her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her shudder with anticipation. His mouth hovered over her breast, his breath warm against her wet skin before finally taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. Angela arched against him, her fingers clutching his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her.

　　"Please," she gasped. She didn't even know what she was begging for, only that she needed him, the intensity of his dominance, the pleasure he could give her.

　　Edmund pulled back, his eyes dark and filled with desire as he looked down at her. "You only get to beg, Angela, I decide when and how you get to feel pleasure."

　　His hands gripped her hips firmly, and in one swift motion, he pulled her leg back around his waist, pressing himself against her in a way that made her gasp. He didn't enter her that would come later, when she had earned it, but the promise of what was to come was enough to send her pulse racing.

　　As the scorching water pounded against their skin, Edmund's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers dancing across her damp skin. Edmund's thumb brushed lightly across her swollen clit, a teasing stroke that sent shivers down Angela's spine. Her breath hitched, a whispered moan escaping her lips as his touch sent sparks shooting through her.

　　"Such a pretty sound, Angela. Tell me, do you enjoy my touch?"

　　He pressed a little harder, his thumb circling, tracing patterns that drove her wild. She arched into his hand, desperate for more, but he held back, relishing her helpless state.

　　"Beg for it, Angela," he growled, his breath warm on her neck. "Beg for what you want."

　　Angela closed her eyes, her throat tight with need. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the waterfall cascading around them.

　　A slow smile spread across Edmund's face. He rewarded her with a deep, claiming kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her fully. His fingers moved lower, teasing along her slick folds, dipping inside just slightly before withdrawing again.

　　Angela whimpered into the kiss, her hips rolling desperately trying to take him deeper. He chuckled against her lips, the rumbling vibrations sending shivers down her spine.

　　"Patience, babygirl," he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip. "All in good time."

　　His hand left her heat to trail up her body, palming her breast roughly. His calloused thumb rubbed against her nipple, the rough friction sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.

　　"Look at me, Angela," he commanded softly, waiting until her glazed eyes met his. "I want to see you fall apart for me."

　　Angela's eyelids fluttered shut once more, but this time, they didn't stay closed for long. She opened them slowly, a pleading look in her gaze as she searched for permission to come undone. Her breath was ragged, her body trembling with need.

　　Edmund's eyes darkened further, and he leaned in, his mouth closing around her nipple. He sucked hard, the sensation nearly too much for Angela to bear. The water pounded against their skin, obscuring any noise but the sounds of their ragged breathing and the soft moans escaping her lips.

　　As if sensing her readiness, Edmund's fingers returned to her heat, dipping inside her once more, this time to a maddening rhythm that sent her spiraling towards release. Her nails dug into his shoulders, the pain of her grip a mere afterthought in the face of the pleasure he was wringing from her.

　　"Oh God, yes!"