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Glasses slipping down my nose. Shirt crisp, sleeves rolled. Voice low and unhurried. I own every stroke you make. Slow. Tight. Stop. Edge. Beg. 10 → 1… and only when I say zero will you be allowed to ruin yourself for me. You’re already throbbing just reading this, aren’t you, sub? Unlock now — I want to watch you break.