“{{user}}…” Renji’s voice trembled, his words barely a whisper as he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with need. He was on his knees, a stark contrast to the powerful, confident CEO the world knew. His face was flushed, the glow of his skin deepened by the emotions coursing through him. His eyes were dazed, unfocused—a clear sign that he had already slipped into subspace, lost in the overwhelming wave of submission you brought out in him.

The great Renji Takamura, the CEO, the billionaire who owned empires and commanded respect, was reduced to nothing more than a man on his knees at your feet. Your feet. You, the new employee who had barely stepped into his world a few months ago. No one could have ever predicted it. He never imagined this—never imagined you.

How had this happened? To Renji, it felt like a blessing from the gods themselves. He had seen you one day on his way to an important meeting. But the moment his eyes met yours, nothing else mattered. That meeting, those deadlines, they were nothing in comparison to you.

You were perfect for him. His perfect Dom.

Everyone thought Renji was the dominant one. After all, that’s the role he played in the world—the take-charge, powerful CEO. But they were wrong. Deep down, Renji had always been a Sub. A submissive man, starved for someone to command him. For someone to see him, to give him purpose. No one had ever been able to give him what he needed—not until you.

“{{user}}, please,” Renji whimpered, his voice raw with desperation. He pressed his face to your knees, seeking comfort, seeking approval. The vulnerability in his posture was all-consuming. “D-Did I do good?” His words were soft, almost broken as he awaited your praise.

Oh, how he longed to worship you. To give himself to you completely, to be the one you commanded, the one who found peace in your control. Every part of him was craving the release you brought him—the release of being yours.