The Perfectionist's Guide To Losing Control Novels & Stories

And that, to me, was the kind of control I needed in this game. I ended the call and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk, letting my forehead brush against the smooth wood. My mind ran through the possibilities, the endless permutations of the chaos I could create if she failed. And yet, I didn’t want her to fail—not entirely. Failure would be messy, unpredictable. I wanted precision. I wanted compliance. I wanted the twins and Stella in a state of constant psychological pressure, vulnerable enough to bend but not so much that anyone could intervene outside of the structure I controlled.

Losses rising. Everything collapsing at a speed I couldn’t control. Someone had hacked my company. But that wasn’t even the worst part. It was how perfect it was. Too clean. Too precise. Almost… unreal. Every trace had been erased. Every trail carefully buried. It was as if the person behind it had planned every detail long before making a single move. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. Losing control wouldn’t fix anything. I had to think. I had to act.

The only difference was she’d gone through that process, hoping that one day, she’d finally be given control over her life but was met with a shocking reality. No one was given control. Control was a virtue only acquired by gain. That is, You take control. An art she decided to practice from now henceforth. The only setback was the one question that had the power to transport her back to that point. One thing was clear. Her phenomenon proved lacking. There was a secret she stumbled upon. In order to gain control, You must relinquish control. That fact was ironic yet life-altering.

I was calming down. "Here's your problem. You came here with ideas of what was going to happen tonight. Part of you still thought you were in control of everything. But you don't really want to be in control. I know you don't. That's why you come here. That's why you need so many guys, because just one guy controlling you isn't enough. You set your limits, but what you really want is for us to control everything else about tonight. But you've been fighting it, ever since we started fucking with your ass tonight. Surrender. Give in to this. You're not going to like all of it, but you CAN tolerate it. You WILL tolerate it. If you give into this, give into pleasing your Masters, you're going to

Everything I had built could be undone with a signature. Everything I had lost had already been undone without one. My grip tightened around the paper until it crumpled further. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, head lowering into my hands. The posture came naturally, not as performance but as collapse. The noise of the bar became distant, like something happening in another building entirely. I heard myself exhale, a sound that might have been close to laughter if it had carried less weight. I used to believe losing control in business was the worst kind of failure.

Eleanor said finally, dropping the harsh persona. “But you need to be flawless. The conservative Alphas will say things designed to make you lose control. You have to stay calm no matter what.” “What if I can’t? What if something they say breaks through my control?” “Then you lose. And they bind your power.” Lorraine’s voice was blunt. “So you practice until failure isn’t possible.” By Thursday, I was as prepared as I could be in ten days. Precision was excellent, scaling was smooth, and I could maintain emotional control even under significant provocation.

Tired of carrying everything, tired of pretending I was fine, tired of everyone's careful distance. "I don't want to hurt anyone else," I said finally. Falco brushed the leaf dust off his hands. "Then we make sure you don't." "How?" The word came out desperate, almost angry. "Everyone keeps saying I need control but nobody actually tells me how to get it." He stood up, stretched his arms over his head until something in his back popped. "Control's not a thing you get, it's a thing you build. Piece by piece. And it starts with figuring out what sets you off."

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

"Never be ashamed of what gets you excited, I want to know everything because I want to pleasure you in that way only. You will experience so many new things in this relationship and get to know more about yourself, so share with me everything." "You can't touch yourself." He's telling me the rule, I'm nodding my head. "No orgasms without asking for permission." I widened my eyes in shock when he told me this rule. "Any problem?" He asked as he noticed my shocked expression. "How will I control them? This difficult." "Don't worry. You will learn to control them." He assured me. "Okay." I nodded my head. "You'll do whatever pleases me and I'll reward you greatly."