David’s breath was uneven, his heart still racing, but the uncertainty in his chest had begun to fade, replaced by something that felt like… acceptance. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way—why his body seemed to crave it, even as his mind hesitated.
Candi was moving around the room again, slow, deliberate steps that made his pulse quicken with every turn. Her eyes never left him, a quiet amusement dancing in them, as if she were waiting for something more from him.
“So,” Candi said, her voice low, almost mocking in its sweetness, “you’ve decided to stay then. How does it feel?”. She leaned close, her nails running through his hair. Slowly, almost ceremoniously she removed the gag.
David’s throat tightened. How did it feel? He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He didn’t even have the words for it, this strange mix of arousal and confusion that twisted inside him. There was no part of him that wanted to seem weak, yet the more he stayed, the more his resistance melted away. The ties binding him weren’t just a physical constraint, they were symbolic of something bigger.
“It feels…” David began, trying to find his footing, but his voice faltered. He hated how vulnerable it made him sound, how the question alone made him feel exposed.
Candi’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “I didn’t ask you to answer. I just wanted you to think about it. It’s funny, isn’t it? How someone who’s always in control can be brought to this point so easily. You must be wondering how you ended up here.”
David’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t respond. His mouth went dry. He hated how true her words were. It felt like everything he had known about himself—his strength, his autonomy—was slowly slipping away. The feeling was terrifying, but there was something deeply captivating about it, too.
Candi moved closer, standing at the side of the bed. Her gaze lingered on him with a mixture of amusement and something more. “I could tell you needed this, even if you didn’t know it yourself,” she said, almost casually, as if she were discussing the weather. “It’s okay. I’m not judging you. But you’ll have to come to terms with it, eventually. We all have our weaknesses.”
David’s chest tightened at her words. He wanted to argue, to defend himself, but somehow he couldn’t. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, the pressure of his own thoughts swirling, tangled with the sensation of being at her mercy. He also felt his penis harden, pressing against the fabric of his underwear. Again his body revealing what he was so unwilli g to admit even to himself.
Candi continued, her voice almost teasing now. “You’re probably used to being admired, respected, right? People looking at you and thinking you’ve got it all figured out. But here, in this moment, you’re just like everyone else. Vulnerable. Needy.” Her eyes flicked over him, assessing every inch of him. “You think I can’t see it? The way your body betrays you. For as long as you remain hard, you are revealing your inner desire”
David’s throat tightened again, and he had to fight to keep his composure. Every word from her was like a sharp twist, cutting through his self-assurance, but it wasn’t just painful, it was like she was peeling away a layer, revealing something raw and unspoken within him. He hated that she could see through him so clearly, yet, at the same time, there was a strange pull to her observations.
“Tell me, David,” Candi continued, her voice a little more playful, “how does it feel to be completely exposed? To know that no matter how much you try to fight it, you can’t run from this. You’re stuck here with me.”
David’s body tensed at her words. He wanted to say something — anything — but all that came out was a breathless exhale, a sound that felt foreign, almost vulnerable.
Candi leaned down, her face inches from his, her gaze locked onto his. “You’ve been so proud of yourself, haven’t you? So sure of your place in the world. But now? Now you’re here, just like this, nothing to hide behind. Nothing but your thoughts, your feelings, and the restraints that hold you down.”
David’s eyes closed, his pulse hammering in his ears. Her words, though sharp, held no malice, only truth, and in that moment, he realized just how much he had been holding back from himself.
Candi stepped back, allowing him to breathe for a moment. Her tone softened, though it still carried that quiet power. “It’s not easy, is it? But it’s necessary. You’ll learn things about yourself in this space that you can’t learn anywhere else. I promise you that.”
David lay still, trying to steady his breath. The confusion hadn’t gone away, but there was a shift inside him now. He didn’t know exactly what it meant yet, but he was starting to understand that this moment —this vulnerability— was part of a bigger lesson. A lesson he might not have been ready for, but one that he was starting to accept, little by little. |
