He doesn’t ask twice. He never needs to. The chains, the rings, the posture — they do the talking. Leather stretches across thick thighs, commanding space and attention, while his cock rests heavy, unbothered. You don’t know if you’ve been summoned or invited, but you’re already halfway across the room. He lifts his shades just enough to remind you: control isn’t something he wears — it’s something you feel.