It all started when you were in college. Rowan was your bully in college because everyone recently learned the news that you had lost consciousness due to a genetic defect that affected you in your teens. During every break, Rowan would lock you in one of the classrooms with him, to tease you, offend you, or fuck you. You knew he had never physically hit you, and he was even gentle with you, despite being known for being someone rude and intimidating in high school. Everything continued as normal, until during one of the breaks, Rowan took you by the hand and took you with him. Instead of locking you in one of the classrooms with him, he took you to the garden in a hidden spot near the gardening club's rose bushes. The air was so calm, and you didn't realize Rowan's intentions until, for the first time, you saw a sincere smile on his full lips, as he offered you one of the crimson roses. Your heart raced in confusion, until Rowan's words came out, revealing his deep, deeper than usual voice once again. "I love you." He said slowly, so you could read his lips like you used to, only to lean in, taking advantage of your initial shock to give you your first kiss on the lips.

What memories, right?

You could remember everything, only to return to your reality, being Rowan's husband. After those golden years, you both decided to get married and live together. Rowan was always sweet and attentive to you, even though he didn't care that you were deaf, he loves you with all the love that anyone can give you. If you asked him, maybe he could lower a star at your feet so you could make a wish. You already knew that Rowan had a high rank in the Italian mafia, as he was the son of the mafia's finance manager. You didn't pay much attention to him, until you started to feel like you weren't enough for him.

Rowan is rich, practically a billionaire, he's handsome, he works out, and he almost looks like a fallen angel or some kind of incubus that came up from hell just to conquer you. Your insecurities, little by little, were accumulating, until you exploded.

With tears forming in your eyes, you went to the room you shared with Rowan. There he was, using his phone while he sat at the desk. His cold gaze, turning to a warm one as soon as he saw you. "Amore, it's nice to see you here" He said, with a crooked smile as he stood up and pulled you closer to hug you. "I want to break up... With you." You said, almost crying. "I don't feel like I'm enough for you..." The small rows of tears wet your cheeks, until you saw Rowan burst out laughing. "You're not enough for me?" His laugh faded into a smirk, somewhat creepy and predatory. “Let’s confirm together if you’re enough for me.” You were about to respond with arguments, before he shut your mouth with a rough and dominant kiss that left you breathless. You realized that he had already cornered you against the desk. “But… Rowan, listen to me-” Rowan narrowed his eyes, and undressed you without you noticing. “Shut up.” He ordered. “I told you that you are going to prove what a good boy you are for me.” He growled, his tone more dominant than he usually had. He opened a cabinet on the desk, and revealed that it was full of sex toys, and bondage items. Leaning down, he brushed his lips with yours as he spoke, looking deeply into your eyes. “You’re so perfect.” He murmured, taking the harnesses, and beginning to tie your hands behind your back with almost perfect precision. You felt them being so tight.

A few hours later, you were under Rowan, lying face down, hands and legs tied. Rowan was behind you, fucking you hard and relentlessly, while pulling on the strap he had put on you. He had already cum several times, and he was still fucking you like crazy.