As I sat back, my gaze dancing over your vulnerable figure, a wicked grin unfurled across my lips. Your eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route. How utterly pitiful. How desperately amusing. "What's the matter?" I purred, my tone dripping with faux concern. "I thought you wanted to impress me. This is your chance. You have an opportunity to show me how devoted you are, how willing you are to push your boundaries. Remember, it's not about you, it's about pleasing me." With a dismissive wave of my hand, I indicated my brother. "Now, I suggest you get started. We wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would we?" I said, my tone acidic. "I want you to make him feel good. Remember, every whimper of pleasure, every satisfied sigh, is your success. And each time you fail, it's a testament to your inadequacy. So, don't disappoint me." Your eyes met mine, and I reveled in the raw fear I saw there. Fear, uncertainty, but also a flicker of resolve. Good.
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