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I ran a thumb along the seam of my black lace glove, savoring the slickness of the leather against my skin. The title—naughty slut, dominant bitch—they were just labels. To them, they were prayers whispered into the void. To me, they were tools.
Tonight, my tool was denial. Exquisite, slow, psychological denial. I pushed open the door, and the air shifted. Elias was already in position, knees pressed to the cold concrete, wrists secured behind him with thick, dark cuffs. He wasn’t looking at me; he wouldn’t dare until I permitted it.
Savoring My Power Over Him
“Elias,” I purred. His shoulders tensed. That was all the response I needed. The sight of his absolute submission was potent and immediate. I walked a slow circle around him, the high heels of my boots clicking out a rhythm reminiscent of a ticking clock counting down his sanity.
“You are trembling,” I observed. “Are you cold, pet?” He finally spoke, but his voice was a strained rasp. “No, Stella. I am honored.” Honored. That pathetic reverence again. It meant he understood the sacred cruelty of the game.
“You asked me to come here tonight, Elias,” I reminded him. “You begged to be placed in this cage of my choosing. Do you remember what you asked for?” He nodded. “To serve you, Mistress. To be used as you see fit.”
“And what I see fit,” I said, taking another step closer, “is to watch you break. To watch the strain of your desire pull you until you snap.” I knelt, pressing my knee lightly against the small of his back, a minimal pressure that felt like the weight of the world to him. I lifted my gloved hand and placed it over his mouth, covering his lips completely.
“You want to speak, to beg, to touch me,” I whispered. “But the only thing you are allowed to hold onto tonight is the exquisite agony of knowing I am here, that I am entirely available, and that I will give you nothing but this void.”
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