Things are different now (Patreon)

“Look at me, babe,” I say, watching him tilt his head up, struggling to take in the full view of me. Just a few months ago, I was that skinny girl, barely reaching his shoulder. Now? I’m two feet taller, packed with muscles so thick and defined, I hardly even fit through the doorway. I can see him staring, a mix of awe and nervousness in his eyes, realizing just how much everything has changed.

I smirk, crossing my thick arms over my chest, each muscle flexing with power. “I know this is a little… different for you,” I tease, stepping closer so he has to crane his neck to meet my gaze. “You used to be the one in charge, the one calling the shots. But now?” I chuckle, giving him a light push that almost sends him stumbling back. “Let’s just say things aren’t going to work that way anymore.”

He swallows hard, trying to hide how intimidated he is, but it’s no use. Compared to me, he’s tiny—small, fragile, and totally at my mercy. “From now on,” I say, reaching down to lift him effortlessly off the ground, holding him like he weighs nothing, “you’re going to follow my lead. I’m the one with the power now, and I kind of like it that way.”

I watch as his face flushes, still dangling in my grip, completely outmatched. “This isn’t just some game, babe,” I tell him, setting him down and towering over him, filling his view. “I’m in charge now, and you’re going to get used to it. You’re mine to protect, mine to control… and mine to worship.”

I see him nod slowly, almost instinctively, his eyes wide. “Good,” I say, reaching down to tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at me. “Because from now on, you’re going to do exactly what I say. Understand?”

He nods again, and I give him a smile, patting his cheek. “That’s what I thought. You’re mine now, and you’ll learn to love it.”