I want to ruin you.

Not with pain. Not even with orgasm.

But with denial. With how fully I own your desire.

I want you restrained—not by ropes, but by anticipation.

Hands pressed above your head, my mouth hot on your neck, my breath steady and unrelenting against your ear.

You remember, don’t you?

When I pushed you against the wall—how your back hit the surface, hard, your fingernails digging into my back.

How I lifted you, kissed you, lowered you to your knees, and slid my cock deep into your throat until you choked and twitched and surrendered.

You love that.

So do I.

But not tonight.

Tonight I want to make your whole body beg before I even unzip my pants.

I want your legs trembling and your mouth open, panting for it—not because you’re needy, but because you’re mine. And you know I’ll give it only when I’m ready.

I’ll press two fingers into your pussy while your lips wrap around nothing but a moan. You’ll squirm, plug still snug in your ass, nipples hard the air, every inch of you filled but still empty.

My fingers will curl and twist slowly.

Just enough pressure to open you, not enough to push you over.

My voice low, rough, right against your ear:

“Not yet.”

You’ll nod.

You’ll whimper.

You’ll want to come so badly it hurts.

And then I’ll fuck your mouth. Not out of need, but to show you what’s mine.

Cock gripped in your throat while my fingers push deep inside into your soaked cunt—your eyes watering, spit trailing down your chin, body clenched and cock-drunk and desperate.

“Choke on me,” I’ll whisper. “Let me feel how badly you want this. Not just in your mouth. In your throat. Your cunt. Your ass. Your heart.”

Because I don’t want to just fuck your body.

I want to invade your need.

I want you begging not for permission to come, but for the unbearable right to almost come.

And when your body starts to shake, when your voice cracks into sobs of “Please, please, please,”—only then will I ask:

“More?”

And I’ll take you. All at once.

Rough. Deep. Relentless.

Because that’s how you want it.

And baby, I’m going to make sure you get it.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Just not yet.

Not until I say.

Not until your whole being is wrecked by the weight of my need for you.

And then?

Then I’ll fuck you like I’m trying to carve my name inside your soul.