Patricia Takes Control: The Confession That Changed Everything – Chapter 2

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Patricia’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You’re quiet, Terrence. What’s wrong? Are you sure you’re still into this?”

“Yes, Patricia… I’m just nervous.” His voice wavered, betraying him.

She smiled, threading her fingers through his as they walked. “Steve’s done this before,” she reassured him. “He actually told me your fantasy is really common. A lot of couples explore it because the woman needs to feel powerful… needs to feel desired. Especially if her man is on the smaller side.”

Terrence swallowed hard. “And what did you tell him?”

Patricia smirked. “I think he figured out everything he needed to know from my laugh, hun.”

His stomach clenched. He wasn’t sure if it was excitement or nausea. Maybe both. He followed Patricia up the stairs, his hands clammy as they reached their apartment door. As soon as it closed behind them, her tone shifted.

“Clothes off. Clean up the apartment. I don’t want our new friend thinking we live in this mess all the time.”

His heart pounded. “Now?”

“Now, Terry.”

Something about the way she said it sent a ripple of heat through his body. She wasn’t making a request—this was an order. Patricia had never spoken to him like that before. He hesitated only a moment before stripping, the air cool against his skin as he hurried to straighten up the space.

Patricia made herself comfortable on the couch, watching him with an amused expression, her legs tucked beneath her. She looked utterly at ease. As if this were a normal evening. As if she wasn’t waiting for another man to join them.

The knock came faster than he expected. Two firm raps on the door.

Terrence reached instinctively for his clothes.

“No,” Patricia said firmly. “No clothes.”

A wave of humiliation swept over him, prickling his skin. He felt hyperaware of himself—of his nudity, his vulnerability. Patricia didn’t seem to care. She opened the door, and Steve stepped inside like he belonged there, flashing an easy smile.

“Hey, beautiful,” Steve murmured, pulling Patricia into a slow embrace. “May I?”

Patricia’s breath hitched. “Yes, please.”

The kiss that followed was nothing like the ones she shared with Terrence. It wasn’t soft or tentative. It was deep, claiming, hungry. Terrence stood frozen, only a few feet away, yet he felt miles apart—like an outsider looking in on something intimate and raw.

Patricia broke away first, exhaling shakily. “Wow. That was…”

Steve chuckled. “Intense?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed.

Then Steve’s eyes found Terrence. He took his time, appraising him. His expression shifted, amusement flickering behind his gaze as he motioned downward.

“I guess you liked what you saw, huh, cuck?”

The word struck like a live wire, setting Terrence’s nerves ablaze. His face burned, his body betraying him in full view. He tried to respond, but his voice caught in his throat.

“Yes… sir,” he finally managed.

Patricia laughed softly, tilting her head. “Sir, huh? I like that.”

The shift was unmistakable now. She wasn’t just playing along—she was reveling in it. The power. The control.

Steve smirked. “I can see why you’re looking for a little more, Patricia.” His eyes flicked downward, then back up to her. “What’s he… three inches?”

Patricia hesitated, then defended him. “Almost four.”

But as soon as the words left her lips, she seemed to realize how ridiculous they sounded. A giggle bubbled up, and Steve joined in.

Terrence clenched his fists. He wanted to be angry, but the heat in his core only grew. The humiliation, the thrill—it all blurred into something he couldn’t untangle.

“Do you want to see what a real man looks like, cuck?” Steve asked.

Terrence felt the question like a slap. His mouth went dry. His skin prickled.

Steve leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. “I won’t ask again.”

Terrence swallowed hard. “Yes… sir.”

Steve turned to Patricia. “Babe, would you do the honors?”

“Babe?” The word rattled around in Terrence’s mind. They had just met an hour ago. And yet, somehow, it fit.

Patricia didn’t hesitate. She loosened Steve’s belt, her fingers moving with a familiarity that made Terrence’s stomach twist. The slow reveal was almost unbearable. The confidence. The ease. She had known. She had always known.

And as she finished, she looked back at Terrence with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Come closer, cuck.”

His knees felt weak as he stepped forward.

“Kneel.”

The command sent a shiver through him. His body obeyed before his mind had fully caught up. As he lowered himself, he felt his world tilt, shift—like stepping over the edge of something vast and unknown.

Patricia watched, her smile growing.

“Good boy.”

Tora

I’m Tora, a Japanese-American trans woman who channels my journey and passions into writing erotic stories. Born in Tokyo and now living in Seattle, I blend the vibrant culture with eclectic energy of my new home. My writing explores themes of identity, desire, and empowerment, inviting readers into bold, sensual worlds full of authentic passion.