Ron and Siya arrived home after the party. Siya, feeling exhausted, was too tired to even walk properly.

Ron, seeing how drained she was, gently scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom. As he set her down on the bed, Siya, with a tired voice, whispered, “Honey, I’m so tired… I need something to relax.”

Ron smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “No worries, my sweetheart. Your gentleman will take care of you. Wait here.” He kissed her forehead and left the room.

A few minutes later, Ron returned with a mug of hot coffee, specially made with extra chocolate—just the way Siya loved it.

He saw her resting peacefully but wanted to make sure she felt completely at ease. Gently, he tapped her head. “Hey, my little angel, here’s your favorite coffee.”

Siya stirred slightly, opening her eyes with a soft smile. She kissed him tenderly and then took the coffee mug. As she sipped, Ron sat beside her, massaging her scalp, soothing her into deeper relaxation.

After a while, he placed the mug beside her and kissed her head. “How are you feeling, my baby doll?” he asked, his voice full of care.

She smiled warmly and nodded, signaling that she was feeling much better. Ron could see the calm settling over her, the stress from the day finally melting away.

But within seconds, something shifted. Ron's expression changed, and with a sudden movement, he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it back gently but firmly, locking eyes with her. He kissed her lips, deep and passionate, with a force that caught her by surprise.

“Ahhh… babe, it’s hurting! What are you doing?” Siya gasped, her voice tinged with confusion.

“Shh… Just be quiet, little girl,” Ron whispered, his tone darkening. “You’re relaxed now, so the gentleman is gone. The devil has arrived. You’re about to witness the real power exchange.”

Siya, although tired, knew well that Ron, as her supreme leader, held control over her in ways no one else could. She had no choice but to follow his every command.