I own you
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"Keep your eyes open," I breathe. "You watch yourself fall apart for me." He nods frantically. "I mean it," I whisper. "You close them, and we're done." "I won't," he says, voice raw, tears threatening. I start palming him, watching his expression twist with pleasure and desperation. His knuckles turn white as he grips the sink. His thighs shake. But his eyes stay open, fixed on the mirror. On me. I don't let up. I push him deeper into himself. Into the humiliation. Into the obedience. I lean down, lips grazing his ear. "Look at you," I whisper in his ear. "The most popular boy on campus... and here you are. Bent over. Begging for me." He whimpers. "Know what that makes you?" He shakes his head, panting. "A fucking slut." "My slut "Yes," he sobs. "I'm your slut
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Once, I was the quiet boy who stood in her shadow. Hopelessly in love. Pathetic. Obsessed. She knew it- And she used it. She told me I "might" have a chance. Smiled while ripping me apart. Made me her joke, her pawn, her emotional plaything. Then she humiliated me in front of everyone and walked away like I never mattered. But I did matter. And now? I'm back to remind her. I spent three years building everything she thought I'd never have- Power. Money. Respect. A reputation that makes people stand when I enter a room... and drop to their knees when I tell them to. She doesn't recognize me at first. But her body does. It remembers the hands that used to tremble around her... Now they grip harder. Deeper. Unforgiving. She wants control? Not anymore. Now she gets to feel what it's like to be played with. To be the one left shaking. Desperate. Begging. Because I'm not the boy she broke. I'm the man who's going to ruin her- Slowly. Deliciously. And she's never looked prettier than when she's crying my name.

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