My Cock, Your Control

Lexis Star

Lexis Star

The fading sunlight painted the room in hues of amber and deep violet, casting long, dramatic shadows that danced across your silent, waiting form. My voice was a low murmur, a soft command that settled in the air between us, heavier than the velvet dusk. You stood perfectly still, your breath hitching as my gaze traveled the length of your body with deliberate, possessive slowness. A single, traitorous bead of sweat traced a path down your temple, betraying the storm of anticipation I commanded within you. I saw the subtle tremor in your hands, the desperate clench of your jaw as you fought for composure. Every fiber of your being was attuned to my presence, waiting for the next whispered order. The power was a tangible, humming thing in the room, a current that connected my will to your very core. Your eyes, dark and wide with surrender, never left mine, reflecting a need so profound it felt like my own heartbeat. I owned this moment, this breath, this exquisite tension coiling tight in your stomach. The permission you ached for was a treasure I held, a gift I would bestow only when your silent devotion had completely shattered me.