One word was all it took

You knew you were in trouble the moment my attention settled completely on you.

No distractions. No audience. Just that delicious little silence between us while I decided what I wanted to do with you.

“Again.”

One word, spoken softly, and somehow it carried more weight than it should have.

You hesitated.

I noticed.

Of course I noticed.

A smile tugged at my lips as I watched you wrestle with yourself, already knowing which side would win.

“There you go.”

Warmer this time. Almost affectionate.

That was the dangerous part—how easily I could make obedience feel like praise. How quickly you started craving those tiny scraps of approval.

Another instruction.

Another send.

Another quiet little surrender.

And somewhere along the way, you stopped thinking about when the session would end.

You were too busy wondering what I’d ask of you next. 💕