He was the strictest Dom, he loved to control women.

She was a free bird and didn't want anybody to control her.

He was into BDSM stuff and she despised it with all her heart.

He was looking for a challenging submissive and she was a perfect match but this girl wasn't ready to accept his offer since she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He had this burning desire to control her because she could be a perfect choice but she was a tough nut to crack. He was getting crazy to make her his submissive, controlling her mind, soul and body.

Will their fate fulfil his desire to control her?

Or will this desire transform into the desire of making her his?

To get your answers dive into the heartwarming and intense journey of the hottest and strictest Master you will ever find and his innocent little butterfly.

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"I flared up by looking at the person like you."

"What do you mean by this?"

"I mean you're a Dominant who controls people's lives and I hate it."

"You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it."

"It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned.

"Butterfly, you will regret it if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly.

"Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed.

"Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass."

He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist.

Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door.

"What the fuck do you think of yourself? You,"

"Shut up." He roared, cutting my words.

He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs.

What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.

C60 Regretting