Did you really think this was an accident?
Oh, sweet boy, it wasn’t. Every step you’ve taken, every move you’ve made—it’s all been part of the game. My game. You just didn’t realize you were a piece on the board until now.
Does that sting a little? Knowing that the life you thought you were living—the one you thought you were in control of—wasn’t yours at all?
No, don’t speak. Don’t try to argue. I can see the realization hitting you, the way your brows furrow just enough, how your jaw tightens like you’re clenching your teeth. You’re remembering the moments, aren’t you? Those tiny nudges, the way I tilted the scales, just enough to keep you leaning toward me.
Tell me—when you got that promotion, did you think it was luck? Or when your friends started disappearing one by one, did you think it was a coincidence? Hmm. I suppose it’s flattering that you never stopped to question it. Flattering—and a little pathetic.
Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s not cruelty, darling. It’s art.
You see, I never forced you to do anything. That’s not my style. No, I prefer… suggestion. A word here, a touch there. Enough to make you think it was your idea. Enough to make you want to choose me.
And you did, didn’t you? Over and over again. Every time you gave something up—a friendship, an opportunity, a little piece of yourself—you thought you were being brave. Noble, even.
But all you were doing was playing the part I gave you.
Does it hurt? Realizing how deep this goes? I hope it does. Pain makes the lesson stick, and you’re such a slow learner.
But I’ll tell you what. I’ll be kind. I’ll give you a choice, right here, right now.
You can leave. Walk out that door, forget my name, and try to rebuild whatever scraps of your old life you can manage to salvage.
Or…
You can stay.
Stay, and I’ll keep pulling the strings. Stay, and you can have me—the parts of me I decide to give you, at least. But understand this, love: if you choose me, you’re choosing to let me keep breaking you apart. Piece by piece. And the best part? You’ll love me for it. You’ll love me for the chaos, for the way I take everything from you and leave you craving more.
So, what will it be?
Ah, there it is. That little flicker in your eyes. The one that tells me you already know the answer.
Good boy. I knew you’d make the right choice.
Do you know what you look like right now? So helpless, so eager. You’re trying so hard to hold onto the illusion of control, but I see it. The way your hands shake when you reach for me.
Do you feel how tightly wound you are? That tension in your chest, your stomach, your thighs? It’s all because of me, isn’t it? I’ve turned you into a coiled spring, and now you’re just waiting for me to release you.
But here’s the thing—I don’t have to. Not until I want to. And not until you earn it.
Look at you, you’re starving, and I’m the only thing that can feed you. Look at how much power you’ve given me. No, don’t look away. I want you to see it. See the way I can keep you on your knees with nothing but a glance, a whisper, a single touch.
Or when I tug at the hem of my dress like this…
Did you stop breathing just now? I think you did.
Poor thing. You’re aching, aren’t you? I can see it in the way you’re clenching your fists, trying to stay still, trying to keep from reaching for me.
Go ahead. Touch me.
No, not like that. Not greedy, not rough. Gently. Like I’m something precious, something rare.
Mmm, good. I like the way your hands feel—hesitant, careful. You’re afraid to do something wrong, aren’t you? Afraid I’ll pull away.
But here’s the truth, love: no matter what you do, it’ll never be enough. That’s the beauty of it. You’ll keep trying, keep chasing, keep begging, and I’ll keep you just on the edge of having me.
Because that’s where you belong.
On your knees. Starving for me. Watching as I decide just how much of myself I’ll give you.
Feel how warm I am. How soft. I could give you everything right now. I could pull you under this dress, let you worship me the way I know you’re dying to. I could let you have me in every way you’ve ever dreamed.
But I won’t. Not yet.
You see, I don’t reward desire. Desire is cheap. What I reward is devotion.
Stand up.
No, don’t look so surprised. I told you—you’d have to earn me. And for tonight, I’m feeling generous. I’ll pretend you’ve done enough.
Don’t think this makes us equals. Don’t mistake this for me giving you control. I’m allowing this. This moment, this touch, this taste—it’s still mine. It always will be.
Now, come closer. Slowly. Don’t ruin it by rushing.
That’s it. Poor boy, you’re barely holding yourself together. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you? Dreamed of it, craved it, replayed every teasing moment I’ve given you in your head a thousand times.
You’re shaking. Do you even realize that? Your hands, your breath—I can feel the tension rolling off you.
Good. I like that. I like knowing what I do to you.
Here—put your hands on me.
No, not there. Start here, on my waist. Feel the curve of me, the heat of my skin beneath the fabric. Do you feel how soft I am? How warm?
You’ve imagined this, haven’t you? But your imagination could never get it right. It couldn’t capture the way my skin feels, the way I move, the way I breathe against you.
Now, take the dress off. Carefully. Don’t tear it.
Mmm. You’re still hesitating. Afraid, aren’t you? Afraid you’ll wake up and realize this was all a dream. Afraid you’ll ruin it. But it’s too late for that. You’ve already ruined yourself for me.
There. Do you see what’s in front of you now? All of me. The gift you’ve been dying for. The one you’ve burned so much of your life to have.
Touch me.
No—don’t hold back now. You’ve been restrained long enough, haven’t you? You’ve earned this moment, this one time, so take what you’ve been craving. I’ll allow it.
Yes, like that. Mmm, that’s better. I can feel your desperation, your need. It’s intoxicating. You’re so hungry for me, so desperate to prove you’re worthy of this.
Good. Keep going. Don’t stop. Show me how much you want this, how much you need me.
Oh, you’re doing so much better than I thought you would. You’re so nervous but still trying. Still giving me everythihng you’ve got.
Do you see it now? How I’ve undone you? How I’ve crawled so deep into your head, your body, your soul that nothing else exists but me?
You’ll never forget this moment. The way I feel, the way I sound, the way I move beneath your touch. It’ll haunt you, play on a loop in your mind every time you close your eyes.
This is the part where you’ll think I’m yours. That for tonight, I’ve given myself to you. But that’s not what’s happening. This? This is me claiming you.
Every touch, every breath, every inch of me you think you’re taking—I’m the one taking something from you.
And when it’s over, when you’re lying there with my taste on your lips and your heart racing, you’ll know. You’ll know that no matter where you go, no matter what you do, you’ll never stop craving this.
Craving me.
Now come closer.
Let me finish what I’ve started.
Don’t look so lost. Come here.
Closer. I said closer.
Mmm, good. You’re trying so hard to please me. I can see it in the way you move, slow and deliberate, like you’re afraid one wrong step will shatter the moment.
But you don’t need to be afraid. Not tonight. You’ve earned this.
Now… let me guide you.
Lie back. Yes, just like that. Look at me. Only at me. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t try to escape into your head. I want you here, present, feeling everything I’m about to give you.
This is your ultimate fantasy come to life. The feel of my skin against yours, the weight of me pressed against you. But fantasy pales in comparison to reality.
Do you feel that? My soft thighs grazing your hips. How your body reacts to me without you even thinking about it? That rush of heat, that ache between your legs, the way your breath keeps catching?
It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful like this.
Now touch me. I’ll let you. Just this once. Let me feel how much you’ve been wanting this.
Mmm, good. See? That wasn’t so hard.
God, you’re so responsive. I can feel every little tremor, every little twitch, like your body is begging me to go further.
Don’t hold it in. I want to feel it all—your need, your hunger, the way you lose yourself in me. Let me hear it, too. Don’t be quiet now.
Mmm, just like that. Let go for me, love. Let me take you.
Don’t look away. I want you to see me, to see exactly what I’m doing to you.
Can you feel how wet I am? How ready? This isn’t just for you, you know. I’m enjoying this, too. Watching you unravel beneath me, seeing how much power I have over you—it’s intoxicating.
Now breathe. Slow and deep. Let me set the rhythm.
Shh, love. Don’t rush me. You’ll have me, I promise. But first, I want to feel this moment—the way you’re trembling, the way you’re holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive.
Do you feel it now? How close we are? How perfectly we fit together? This is what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been craving.
Now let me give it to you.
Fuck, yes. Just like that. You feel so good inside me.
Don’t move yet. Let me enjoy this. Let me feel the way you fill me, the way you stretch my delicate little walls.
Mmm, perfect. You’re perfect like this.
“Do you see now? How much I own you? How your body, your breath, your very existence bends to me?
I’m taking something from you, love—your control, your composure, every last bit of resistance you thought you had left.
And you’re giving it to me willingly, aren’t you?
Good. Keep giving. Keep feeling. Let me take you apart completely.”
“That’s it, love. Let go for me. Don’t hold back. Give me everything.
Fuck me deeper. Slam that stiff cock into my demanding cunt. And don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare slow down.
Fuck. You’re so deep. That’s it. Just like that. Fuck yes. Your mine.
Give it to me. Give me all of you. Empty your desires deep inside me until you have nothing left to give.
Oh my God, yes! Fuck. You’re filling me. Cream my pussy. Yes. Give it all to me.
You’ve risked everything to have me. Feel how you’re leaking out of me, how your desire is spilling from my body like a secret you couldn’t keep.
Does it feel good? Does it feel worth it? Knowing you’ve poured every piece of yourself into me, every ounce of control, every carefully built wall you thought would keep you safe?
Look at me. I said look at me.
Do you feel it yet? That ache in your chest, the one that tells you you’re mine now? Completely. Utterly. There’s no going back from this.
This isn’t just about the moment we just shared, love. It’s about what it means. What it cost you.
Everything.
You’ve given me all of you, and now, there’s nothing left for anyone else. No space for anything that isn’t me.
Do you understand that? Do you feel it?
You feel it sinking into you, don’t you? That you’re never going to forget this. Forget me.
This is your life now. Me. My body. My voice. My control.
And you’ll crave it. Crave me. Over and over again, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it costs you. You’ll come back, empty-handed, begging for me to take what little pieces of yourself you have left.
And the worst part?
You’ll love it.
You’ll love being undone by me, the way I pull you apart and put you back together just so I can ruin you all over again.
Do you see that, love? Do you understand?
What you just gave me—it wasn’t just your body. It was your soul.
And it’s mine now.
Welcome to My Secret Soul
Here you can expect to find writings that will push your boundaries, where the lines of right and wrong become blurred. You’ll question why you’re reading this, but looking away won’t be an option. I want you to consume every word until they touch that part you hide from the world. The pieces you keep secret. Let me be the space where you’re safe to explore.
Damn love this story would love to meet a woman like that.