I like how weak you are for Me. And I love making you weaker still, knowing that you cannot resist My beautiful brat beauty. You live for Me. For this. I am your dream come to life. The truth is, you're just helpless. It's not your fault. Because I know what you like. You like the cigarette cradled between My elegant fingers. You like the way I take drag after drag of smoke, letting it tickle between My lips as it curls in silvered ribbons through the air. You like the way I tease you like the brat that I am. I know how to look into your heart and see all of those dirty fantasies that you try to keep hidden. I know what makes your heart race. I know what makes your cock throb. I know what you need. And I know just how to give it to you.