Milena

My gaze is not just eyes — it's poison that enters your blood faster than any touch. When I look at you, I don't see a person — I see the tremor I can create, I see your pulse quickening under my will, I see your orgasm already ripening somewhere deep inside your body, just waiting for my permission. I will look at you with a hunger you cannot endure — in my eyes there will be a promise of what I will do to you when you are in my power. I will undress you with my gaze, slowly, savouring every second, whispering aloud what my lips will do to your body, how I will bite your neck, how my fingers will clench around you while I whisper in your ear that you control nothing anymore. You will stand or lie, and I will just look, and you will feel your member grow heavy from my gaze alone, your breathing falter, beads of sweat form on your skin, you already ready to come even though I haven't moved. And when I see you're on the edge, I will simply smile — slowly, dangerously, with triumph — and say, "Come for me." And you will come. From my gaze. From my power. From what I did to you without ever touching you. With me, you don't just come — you surrender to my gaze. And I will look down at you as you tremble, and I will already know you are mine.