This isn’t just a fight for dominance—it’s a battle of wills. And I’m here to break his.
But it’s more than that. Deep down, I know he secretly wants this. People like him, the ones who cling to control like it’s their lifeline, are often the first to crumble when it’s stripped away. The act of surrender, of relinquishing power, can bring a rush unlike anything else—or it can destroy them.
I press him harder into the ground, testing his limits, watching for the answer. Is Aaron the type to thrive in submission—or will he shatter under the weight of it?
I’d bet good money that he loves being forced to submit, just as much as he loves to dominate a woman.
His struggles slow, then stop altogether. A deep breath shudders from him, his chest rising and falling against my knee.
“Get. Off. Me,” he growls through clenched teeth, his voice a venomous mix of rage and defeat.
The second I release him, Aaron spring to his feet, looking at me with such rage that I think he might charge at me again. But there’s something else beneath the anger—curiosity. Maybe he’s never been challenged like this before or maybe he’s surprised by how much he enjoys it.
He takes a sharp breath, then turns toward Selene.
Her eyes flicker between me and Aaron, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants, thick with anticipation. Is he going to take this out on her or me?
Aaron steps closer to Selene, his movements predatory. He kneels before her, his hands finding the knot above her knee. Slowly, he begins to untie it, his fingers working the rope loose to reveal the red, angry marks left behind. The ties had forced her knees high around her neck, gravity punishing her for staying in the position for so long.
Dom’s rope work, as much as I hate to admit it, is flawless.
As the pressure releases, Selene groans, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering shut in a haze of relief and exhaustion. Her body relaxes, sinking deeper into the moment.
“Do you need him to kiss it better, baby girl?” I lean in, taunting her.
Selene nods at me, drool dripping down her chin because of the gag still lodged firmly in her mouth.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Aaron murmurs, but he bends down and licks her wounds like a love sick puppy. His mouth says one thing but his body says something entirely different.
Who knew a sadist like Aaron would bend so easily?
“That’s a good boy. Now take your cock out and rub her wet, little cunt.”
Aaron seems to be on autopilot as he straightens his back, undoing his pants and taking out his already hard dick. Moving closer to Selene, I tilt the vibrator so it sits just above her pussy. She moans with pleasure an Aaron circles her clit with the head of his cock, slowly making his way to her entrance.
“Not yet,” I warn. “Not until I tell you.”
Aaron’s jaw ticks. He grips himself tighter but doesn’t disobey as he collects her juices before sliding back up her pussy.
Selene is reduced to a whimpering, trembling mess, and I savor every second of it. Both of them are completely at mymercy, following my every command because, deep down, some dark part of them craves this just as much as I do. The power is intoxicating, feeding into the twisted connection we share.
I tighten my grip on the back of her head, pulling her closer until our foreheads touch, grounding her with my presence. My gaze drops, fixed on the spot where their bodies connect, making sure Aaron is still following orders.
Slowly, I slide the leather gag from Selene’s mouth, setting her free. Her lips part instantly, a sharp gasp escaping as if she’s been underwater, starved for air.
Her tongue darts out, gliding over her trembling lips, wetting them as she struggles to catch her breath.
"Thirsty, baby girl?" I grip her chin firmly, keeping her still as I look into her lust-filled eyes. She nods, and without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and spit into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she swallows.
"Your turn," I say to Aaron, nodding toward Selene.
He leans in and spits in her mouth instantly, his eyes dark with intent like he was waiting for his turn.
Selene swallows without hesitation, her body eager, but her breath shaky.
“Want more?” I ask, voice low, teasing.
“No,” she pants.
