Increasing Scent!

I wanted to pull her into my lap, stroke her cock until she begged, show her dominance wrapped in love. But not yet. 'Look, that day on your couch... it was intense, and maybe it spooked you. But I'm not backing off as your friend. Or more, when you're ready.'

She poked at her noodles, still not meeting my eyes, but her thigh brushed mine, sending a spark through us both. 'I said I'm fine,' she repeated, softer now, the denial cracking. I sensed the turmoil—the unrequited pull she felt too, buried under depression, her submissive heart craving my support but fearing the leap.

I reached over, squeezing her knee gently, my thumb tracing her skin. 'You're not. But you will be. I vow it—I'm here to help you regain control, step by step. Starting with a shower after we eat, maybe? Let me stick around, make sure you don't drown in this.'

My voice held that subtle dominance, reassuring yet firm, my unrequited love fueling the promise. She finally glanced up, eyes watery, the air thick with unspoken need.

The cum scent lingered, a reminder of her isolation, but as she leaned slightly into my touch, I planned ahead—nights of emotional support turning physical, guiding her submission until she shone again. For now, though, we ate in quiet, the tension building like a slow burn.