The Way I Break You Open

I do not rush. I never do.

Desire is not something I chase. It is something I summon.

And you

You will feel it long before I ever touch you.

You will feel it in the silence between my steps

In the echo of my heels on marble

In the weight of my gaze as I look through you like a soft, slow flame.

I do not need to raise my voice or bark commands. I exist, and men obey.

I am not just sensual

I am the ritual

The altar

The flame you will burn in willingly.

When you arrive, do not speak.

Your words mean nothing here

Only your body’s response to mine.

You will stand there, breathing shallow, watching me light a candle with one hand while the other holds a crystal glass of rose water.

I take a sip, then offer you the rest

Not out of generosity

But to show you what it means to drink from the divine.

And then I ask you a single question

Do you know why you are here

You stammer something

Or maybe you just nod.

It does not matter.

I already know.

You are here to unravel

To be undone

One breath at a time

To lose your thoughts and become a creature of need

Of sound

Of sensation

You are here to be mine

But only if you prove worthy.

I lead you into the next room

The air is heavy with warm vanilla, sandalwood, and something you cannot name

Something ancient

Erotic

Like sex in a dream you will never forget.

There is only a chair, a mirror, and me.

I sit.

Cross my legs.

Let my robe fall open slightly

Silk on skin

Perfume and power.

I do not touch you

Not yet.

I let my voice do the work.

You want to worship, don’t you

You want to show me what your mouth is really for

You nod.

Maybe you kneel.

Maybe you tremble.

And I smile

Slow and cruel

Because I adore how easy it is to break you without ever lifting a finger.

You see, darling

I do not dominate through force

I dominate through presence

Through knowing exactly how your breath quickens when I lean in close

When my lips brush your ear

When I whisper

You do not get to touch me

You get to feel me touch you

I pull your hands behind your back and tie them

Not tightly

Not yet

Just enough to remind you

You are not in control here

You never were.

I walk around you slowly

Like a lioness circling her prey.

I let the silk of my robe graze your face

Let my nails trace the line of your jaw

Your throat

Stopping just at your collarbone.

You close your eyes

But I tap your cheek.

No

You watch

I want you to see what you cannot have.

Then I move to the mirror.

I stand in front of it

Back to you

And untie my robe.

It slips from my shoulders

Puddling at my feet like it was made to worship me too.

I run my hands over my curves

My thighs

My breasts

Watching myself

Not you.

You whimper.

You shift in your seat.

I say nothing.

Because I know

Right now

I own you.

Your breath

Your erection

Your obsession.

You are melting

And I have not even touched your skin.

Then I turn to face you

Slowly

Like a reward.

You want to taste

You nod like your life depends on it.

But I shake my head.

Not yet

You have not earned my wetness

You have not earned my moans.

You are panting now.

Desperate.

And I am just getting started.

I walk over and press a finger to your lips

Sliding it down your chin

To your throat.

I straddle your lap

Bare

Warm

But just out of reach.

My thighs graze you.

My breath coats your neck.

You strain

Aching

But you do not dare move.

Good boy

I purr

Grazing my lips just along the edge of your jaw.

Then I whisper

Low and thick with honey

I want you to think about this moment every time you are alone

Every time your cock is hard

Every time you see a mirror and remember how I touched myself without letting you join me

That ache

That is mine

You belong to me now.

And you do.

You belong to the taste of my skin in the air.

The sound of my breath against your neck.

The image of my body glowing in candlelight

Untouchable

Yet so close you could cry.

You belong to the silence I leave you in when I step away

Robe slung lazily over one shoulder

Saying

Maybe next time

If you behave.

Because what I offer is not sex.

It is surrender.

It is the sacred fire you did not know you needed to burn in.

And when I finally decide to let you taste

To touch

To kneel

Or to fuck

It will never be what you expected.

It will be more.

More sacred.

More sensual.

More unforgettable.

I do not give myself.

I allow access.

And every inch you earn

You will never forget the way it felt to be chosen by me.

So ask yourself this

Are you ready to break for me

To burn slowly in my gaze

My voice

My thighs

Until you forget who you were before I called you into this holy

Hedonistic surrender

Because I am not a fantasy

I am the lesson you ache to learn

The ritual your body already remembers

The dark

Divine pleasure you were born to kneel for.

And now that I have spoken your desire into existence

What will you do with it