Where You Belong (Patreon)

I stretch lazily in bed, the soft sheets draped over my towering, muscular frame. The moonlight spills through the window, tracing every curve, every ripple of power I’ve built. I know you’re standing there, hesitating, unsure if you even have the nerve to come closer. I can feel your eyes on me, taking in the size of my arms, the way my shoulders seem too broad for the headboard, the power in my legs that could pin you down with no effort. You’re intimidated—I can see it in your face. And I love it.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” I ask, my voice low and teasing, with just enough command to make your breath hitch. I turn my head, locking eyes with you, and smirk. “Come here. Don’t make me wait.”

You take a tentative step forward, but I see the hesitation in your movements. You’re trying to process the sheer size of me, the overwhelming presence I radiate even when I’m lying here. I tilt my head slightly, letting my hair fall over one shoulder, and flex one arm casually. The muscle swells, hard and undeniable, and I catch the way your gaze lingers, your nervous energy palpable.

“You’re scared,” I say softly, my lips curling into a knowing smile. “It’s okay. Most people are at first. But when you get on your knees, you’ll realize something—you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

I shift slightly, the sheets sliding down to reveal more of my body, every inch of me carved with strength. My abs catch the light, each groove a testament to the power I hold, and my legs—thick, muscular, and unyielding—look like they could crush steel. I see you swallow hard, your uncertainty melting into awe as you take another step closer.

“Closer,” I command, my voice steady and firm, and you obey without question. When you reach the edge of the bed, I lean forward slightly, my size even more apparent now, and rest my hand lightly on your chin, tilting your head up to meet my gaze. “Good,” I murmur. “Now, kneel.”

You drop to your knees without a word, your eyes wide, your breath shallow. I smirk, running my fingers along your jawline, feeling the tension there. “See?” I say, my tone soft but dripping with dominance. “This is where you belong. Looking up at me, worshiping every inch of what I’ve built.”

I lean back, reclining against the pillows, and gesture for you to move closer. “It’s time to worship,” I say, my voice almost a purr. “Show me that you understand what it means to be in the presence of a goddess.”

As you begin, I smile to myself. You were right to hesitate at first—this kind of power isn’t something most people can handle. But now, on your knees, you know the truth: there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.