You sit there like you always do, watching, waiting, completely under my control. I see how easy it is to break you.
I tease you slowly, calling out exactly what you are, making you follow every command. You touch when I say. You stop when I say. You hold it until it hurts.
I take you deep, slow and controlled, looking straight at you while I push you further. Every second is mine. Every reaction belongs to me.
You beg without speaking. You wait without moving. You exist for this moment.
And when I finally let you lose control, it is not for you. It is because I decided you were allowed.
A cold, humiliating domination fantasy built to break your control and keep you addicted.
