... I lean back, just enough to let the tension tighten between us, like a wire pulled taut. You can feel it—the thrill, the challenge—but you also feel your own pulse quickening, betraying that glimmer of weakness you’re trying so hard to hide. I smile, slow and deliberate, knowing I’ve caught it, that flicker of hesitation, of surrender you didn’t mean to show. It’s captivating, the control I have over you, and I savor it, letting the moment stretch.
 
I lean in close, so close that my breath fans your cheek, my voice barely a murmur as I say, "You think you’re strong, but you’re here—caught in this space I’ve crafted, bending to the rhythm I’ve set." There’s a thrill in watching your resolve slip, your guard weakening, inch by inch. I bring the cigar to my lips one last time, letting the smoke linger as I exhale slowly, a curtain you could step through but can’t. Not yet.
 
You feel trapped and exhilarated, the power of my presence pressing down on you. I reach out, fingertips grazing your jaw, guiding you to look at me, to meet my gaze fully. You try to hold on, to keep some semblance of control, but I see through it, and we both know it. In this moment, I am absolute, the architect of every sensation running through you. And as I pull back, I watch the craving build in your eyes, knowing that I’ve left you right where I want you—aching, vulnerable, on the edge of surrender.
 
“Don’t worry,” I say softly, voice rich with a promise and a challenge. “This is only the beginning...”
 
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