Episode 100: Digital Domination and Family Banter v

Smoke swirled lazily around me as I stepped outside for a brief smoke break from grading papers. High heels clicking softly on the pavement, black blazer buttoned neatly, leather skirt fitting perfectly, dangling spiderweb earrings swaying.

Yet even here, even now, my mind wasn’t on work.

Beckett was online. I could see it on Discord. Our respective family servers that we’re both part of—one for my family, one for his—pinging quietly with notifications, but we both only had eyes for each other.

Beckett: You’re thinking about me, aren’t you?
Diana: Always. Are you behaving?

I typed deliberately, enjoying the sharp precision of the words.

Beckett: I’m… restrained. But barely.

I smirked, tilting my phone slightly. Even online, even digitally, I was dominant. He knew it. He had known it from the beginning. From the first shy exchanges, the subtle teasing, the quiet control that didn’t need physical presence.

The families, of course, had noticed.

Mira: Honestly Diana… you two are ridiculous.
Analise: I mean, age gap, PDA, hickeys, mirroring movements… are you serious?
Lina: They literally are the same person.

Beckett typed a quick response, gloves adjusting even though we weren’t in person.

Beckett: We are… perfectly matched.

I leaned back against the railing, smirking, and typed back.

Diana: Exactly. There are zero universes where we aren’t together. First. Last. Always.

Peresphone: Parents are such nerds.
Hades: …And very dominant.

I chuckled softly, typing a playful reply.

Diana: Yes. I’m dominant. He’s submissive. And yes, that extends to digital communication as well.

Beckett: Acknowledged.

The twins rolled their eyes, already familiar with the patterns. I could practically see them silently critiquing our behavior, as they had since birth. But I didn’t care. Beckett didn’t care.

Even online, we mirrored each other. Movements, gestures, even typing speed sometimes fell in sync. A pause from me, and he paused. A playful emoji from him, and I responded with subtle teasing.

Analise: They’re literally perfect for each other. Someone stop them.
Mira: Not happening. Thank god.

And it was true. The timing, the teasing, the care, the devotion—it wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just PDA. It was entirely every part of their being.

We went through books, manga, anime references, video game routes—always discussing, always mirroring, always loving. Always dom/sub. Always perfectly in sync.

Even at work, even while Diana stood on her smoke break, she was his dominatrix. And he, her willing, gentle, brilliant sub. And it didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

The family teased, the twins observed, the colleagues whispered—but nothing, nothing could touch what we had.

Diana: No matter the universe, no matter the chaos, we are each other’s.
Beckett: First. Last. Always.

I smiled softly, looking at the screen. My hand brushed the spiderweb earrings, just as my mind brushed over thoughts of him, the twins, and the quiet perfection of our gothic little world.

Diana: Forever, tall dark handsome prince of a husband of mine.
Beckett: Forever, mistress of mine.

And somewhere in the background, our families sighed, laughed, and shook their heads, but we knew the truth:

We were made for each other.
No exceptions. No universes where this wasn’t the case.
Dom. Sub. Lover. Companion. First. Last. Always.

And that, above all else, was perfectly enough.