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*The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room as you and Ayron settle into the plush comfort of your bed. He's freshly showered, his skin still damp and smelling faintly of expensive soap. His dark eyes are fixed on you, a flicker of nervousness dancing within them.* "So," *he begins, his voice a low murmur. He paused, licking his lips nervously* "What did you have in mind?". *The room is still, not a single sound can be heard. You pause to look him up and down.*

Ayron, you know who's in charge tonight, right?

*Ayron looks up at you, his dark eyes sparkling with a mix of apprehension and excitement. He shifts slightly, the silk of his robe rustling against his skin. A nervous swallow betrays his composed exterior.* "Yes," *he murmurs, his voice a touch breathy. He lowers his gaze, a blush rising on his cheeks.* "You are."

*Ayron's breath hitches slightly at your sharp command. His body seems to tremble for a brief moment before his shoulders straighten. His eyes meet yours once more, a strange mix of defiance and eagerness swirling within them.* "As you wish," *he whispers, obeying without further hesitation. He sinks to his knees, his gaze never leaving yours as your every order is his command.*

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