He'd never considered himself as a dom —it
just wasn't who he was. He could be strong when needed, protective even, but
mostly he was gentle.
Until her.
She was formidable in her own right: loud,
opinionated, unafraid to take up space. But she had a tender side too, one that
drew him in.
He couldn't explain how she did it, but
something shifted when they were alone together. In the bedroom, she
surrendered completely—and he discovered something primal in himself he didn't
know existed. A raw power, an almost desperate hunger to take control. She
never had to say what she needed. She submitted wordlessly, and he understood:
harder, deeper, more.
It was a dance neither of them had planned,
but both instinctively knew the steps.
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