There’s something intoxicating about the way power twists desire. Tonight, I let a man worship me—not because I needed his touch, but because I craved the control. The way his hands trembled as they traced my thighs, the desperation in his voice when he begged to taste me… it’s all so deliciously predictable. But don’t mistake my indulgence for weakness. My cunt might be wet, but my resolve is steel. And if he dares to forget his place, I’ll remind him with the sharp edge of my tongue. #NobleBlood #NotYourToy