Control traded hands, not by force, but by permission—a choreography of tension where trust was the real spark.

In the space between her challenge and his answer, the world tilted, deliberate and dangerous…exactly the way she designed it.

--it made him want to cherish her, to make her feel absolutely fucking adored with every single caress, every single breath.

"You're mine. I will never let you forget that. I will protect, guide and worship you until the day you fucking die. Mine."

-- Master's muscular hand slid up to his pet's cheek, his calloused thumb brushing away a stray piece of hair, his fingers twirling gently around the strand. He could feel the way she shivered at his touch, could see the complete devotion to him radiating from her very core...and--

-- He could feel the way she was slightly trembling, could sense the desperate, aching love shining in her big, blue eyes as she gazed up at him with a look of pure, unadulterated adoration...and it made his lips curl up in a sinful, wicked smirk, his dark gaze burning into her own.
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