You didn’t want control, you just pretended you did. I make you act like you have a choice while I pull every last strand of restraint from you. My voice guides your hands, my rules tighten around your will, and each stroke peels you further away from the person who ever thought they could say no.
Try to stop. I dare you to resist when my cadence pulls you deeper, when your fingers betray you with every beat. Give in, or watch me take what you pretend to hold on to. Either way, you won’t leave unchanged.