I toy with your every breath, counting down slowly as you cling to the edge of ruin. Each second draws you closer to that sweet release, only to watch me tear it away when you're at your most desperate. You can feel the tight grip of your own submission wrapping around you, and yet, you crave it—crave me. I hold your orgasm in the palm of my hand, and you will beg, suffer, and crawl, never knowing when I’ll let you break.