He already knew what was waiting for him… and still, he came, ready to suffer under my punishment. Once I lock him in my headscissor, he feels the pressure, my thighs crushing him with no mercy. My fists slam into his stomach, each gutpunch stealing his breath, each strike pushing him deeper into pain and desire. The oil, the muscles, the control—it all feeds my dominance. He came to fight… but I came to break him.