“Y-Years?” She gasps in disbelief.
“You’ve always thought you had choices,” I continue, gaze locked on hers. “But I’ve taken them all.”
Her breath trembles. She’s starting to understand.
“I’ve rewired your world without you even noticing. Every decision you think you made?” I smile coldly. “Mine.”
She shakes her head, a tiny, defiant gesture, but it’s already too late for her. She knows it. I can see it in the way her thighs press together. The way her chest heaves.
“And the worst part?” I tilt her chin up with one finger. “You’re going to beg me to take away more.”
She’s silent now. Staring up at me like I’ve ripped open the sky.
“Now…” I murmur, my voice turning deadly soft. “Get on your knees.”
She doesn’t move.
So I lean closer.
“That wasn’t a request.”
I take a step back, just enough to look at her thoroughly, the way her body trembles beneath my gaze, the way her lip quivers like she might cry or come or collapse. Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and wet, a kaleidoscope of defiance, confusion, and want.
I look over her like a king surveying something he already owns. Slowly. Thoroughly. Because I do own her.
From the wild rise of her chest to the way her fingers curl at her sides like she’s trying to anchor herself, or stop herself from reaching for me. My cum glossy on her gorgeous breasts.
“It’s okay, darling, don’t be scared.”
She’s terrified. That much is clear.
But it’s theotherthing in her face that sets my blood on fire—that soft, dazed look. Like she’s falling in love with the very monster she knows will ruin her, like she’s already halfway down the cliff and can’t remember why she was ever afraid of the fall.
“You feel that?” I ask, my voice low, dangerous. “That ache you can’t name?”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out.
“That’s me,” I whisper. “Inside you. Even when I’m not touching you.”
Her knees wobble. She’s teetering.
So I give her one final push.
“Now get the fuck on your knees.”
And this time…
She does.
She drops to her knees, slowly, almost reverently, like her body knows what to do even if her mind hasn't caught up.
I watch her from above, towering over her trembling frame. Her hair has fallen around her face, but I can still see her expression, just as enamored as it is afraid. The perfect balance. Broken and beautiful.
I circle her once, savoring the sight. The way her spine straightens under my gaze, how her hands rest on her thighs like she’s waiting for judgment.
I stop behind her, lean in close, my mouth brushing her ear.
“You’re going to stay right here,” I whisper. “Exactly like this.”
