Do you resist?

The morning light filters through the window, painting stripes across Lulu's back. You watch her sleep, the vulnerability etched on her face a stark contrast to the domineering persona she presented earlier. The weight of the night presses down on you, a confusing mix of shame, arousal, and a flicker of something…dare you say, tenderness?

She stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips as she stretches languidly. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a flicker of surprise before a mischievous glint takes hold.

"Good morning," she purrs, her voice husky with sleep.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. What do you say? How do you even begin to unpack the emotional rollercoaster of the night?

She props herself up on one elbow, her gaze lingering on your bare chest. A slow smile spreads across her face, a smile that seems to hold a hint of something new – a flicker of uncertainty perhaps?

"So," she drawls, the playful edge to her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "What are you thinking about?"

This is your chance. You can retreat back into the role she assigned you, a submissive pawn in her twisted game. Or, you can use this unexpected vulnerability to reclaim some semblance of control.