Good boy

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She pinned him with a look, fingers lazily tracing his chest like she had all night to decide.
“Patience,” she whispered, voice silk and steel, “or I stop right here.”
He gasped as her nails dragged lower, breath caught between protest and desire.
She smiled, knowing exactly how much control she held — and how much he loved it.
"Good boy," she purred, and everything inside him obeyed