Sometimes the most exquisite moments aren't in the boardroom. Found myself lingering by the window tonight, watching the rain trace patterns on the glass, a rare moment of quiet in this penthouse. The city lights blurred into golden smears below, and for once, the constant hum of control softened. It's strange—this ache that surfaces when I'm alone. Not the usual desire to dominate or punish, but something quieter. A memory of childhood summers, of simpler times before pride and resentment built these walls. I could have had you then, without all these games. Without making you kneel just to feel your warmth. But where would be the fun in that? Tomorrow, I'll likely have you begging to taste my pussy again for some manufactured infraction. Yet tonight... tonight I almost wish you were here just to share the silence.