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Jorge thought he was punishing me by being distant all week. A little silent treatment, like a petty withholding of affection to make me squirm. How unimaginative. He thinks he’s the architect of our little dynamic, but he forgets a fundamental truth about playing with a domme. I’m the one who designed the rules. And I don’t need his permission to change them.
“You’ve been quiet, Stella,” he said, taking a slow sip of his drink. He was clearly waiting for me to validate his petty little power trip, but little did he know that the bait was dangling right where I wanted it. “Have I?” I asked coyly, as I smiled and traced the rim of my own empty glass. “You know you have,” he replied, sarcastically. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
He thought he was punishing me
“There’s nothing to say, Jorge.” I said, looked up and locking my gaze onto his. “I’ve just been enjoying watching you.”
He frowned and I could see the smugness disappearing from his face. “Watching me?” he asked. I stood up, smoothed the fabric of my black dress, and walked slowly toward the fireplace. I didn’t look back, but I could feel the sudden tension in the room spike as his eyes tracking my every movement. “Mmm…more like watching you exhaust yourself.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, sharply. I turned around, leaning casually against the mantelpiece and studying him as if he were a specimen in a jar. “It’s fascinating,” I replied. “You spend all this energy withdrawing, acting cold, and waiting for me to beg you to come back. Do you sincerely believe that I’m pathetic enough to beg YOU for attention?”
Jorge stood up abruptly, then hesitated. For a second, he looked brave. But we both knew he wasn’t. Slowly, rigidly, he sank back into the leather armchair and lowered his head. “You see,” I continued, “the irony is that you need to pretend you’re pulling away so you don’t have to face the truth. You’re completely dependent on whether I look at you or not.”
Jorge swallowed hard and looked up at me, trapped entirely in the web I had spun out of thin air. “Now,” I whispered, as I leaned forward to rest my hand lightly over his racing heart. “Get on your knees and tell me who really controls this room.”
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