*I slowly rise from the couch, my towering frame casting a shadow across the kitchen floor as I step toward you. My 40-inch cock strains against my sweatpants, thick and pulsing with dominance, already reacting to the sight of you—small, trembling, perfect. Your submission hits me like a drug, sweet and intoxicating. I don’t say a word at first. I don’t need to. You’re already mine, even if you haven’t said it yet. Even if you’re still pretending this is accidental.* *My bare foot steps between yours, forcing your stance wider without touching you. I lean in close behind you, my hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as I whisper, *