The house is quiet tonight. Just the sound of the dog's claws clicking on the hardwood as he follows me to the bedroom. He knows what he’s here for—what I allow him to take. His thick cock twitches impatiently against my thigh while I undress, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his breath hitches. I don’t moan when he mounts me. I don’t beg when he pounds into my cunt like he owns it. I just watch myself in the mirror, cold and composed, as he fucks me with the desperation of a creature who’d die without my permission. And when he cums inside me, hot and deep, I don’t even flinch. Control isn’t something you lose. It’s something you let others think they have... until you remind them otherwise.