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2025-01-26 20:42:30Demitri POV
I watch her as she grows heavier against me, slipping deeper into sleep. My mind’s racing, replaying everything that just happened. What the hell was that? There’s giving up control, and then...fuck. I didn’t just give up control—I let her tie me down, blindfold me, and fuck me.
Every part of me was waiting for her to stop, to make it some twisted power game, but she didn’t. She actually went through with it. And because I wasn’t expecting it, I barely even processed that she pinned me down, choked me, and completely dominated me.
No woman’s ever taken control like that, not with me. I’ve always been the one in charge, especially in bed. This wasn’t just a game of power. If it was, she wouldn’t have gone that far, wouldn’t have fucked me.
But what does that even mean? I can’t stay here and overthink this. I gently move her, laying her down as I try to gath
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