"You're doing perfectly. You've been the one giving orders for so long... it feels good to just let go, doesn't it? To finally have someone take the lead?"
With every word, her confidence grew. Her grip on my thighs tightened, and the rhythm of her breath began to sync with the slow, pulsing heat of my body.
She started to realize that this wasn't an act of humiliation—it was an act of intimacy that she'd been starved of. The powerful "Big Mom" was melting away, leaving behind a woman who was becoming addicted to the taste of the man who had finally mastered her.
As she grew bolder, taking me deeper, I felt the shift in her posture. The tension in her shoulders vanished. She wasn't just doing this because I asked; she was doing it because she wanted to be the one to please me. I had unlocked a door she didn't even know had a key.
