There’s a particular kind of power in denial—the way it makes desire coil tighter, hotter, until it’s unbearable. I think that’s why I toy with it. Letting my fingers trail over silk sheets while imagining how much better his skin would feel. Picturing the way his cock would throb if I whispered just how wet my cunt gets when I watch him take the throne that should still be mine. The Empire may bow to him now, but he’ll always kneel for me. Sooner or later.