Wanted to please him, but things got messy
dirtyfantasy00
Commanding Control
I wield power with precision, the strap-on driving deep as his thoughts fade into oblivion. Each movement is a masterclass in dominance, each gasp a symphony of surrender. I taunt him, push him to the edge, reveling in his mounting desperation. Release? A privilege he hasn’t earned. I hold him there, throbbing and aching, consumed by unfulfilled desire, while I bask in his vulnerability. Control. Subjugation. Denial. His pleasure isn’t a given—it’s my prerogative.
