Dating a traumatized slut is such a power rush. It's intoxicating and downright addictive.

I live for that limerence, that period when she practically worships me because of all the sweet things I say, all the gifts I buy, all the kind gestures I perform. That period when she really truly believes I'm different than all the others, that I want her just for *her* and not for my own selfish ends.

I can't get enough of that feeling. I love the power of being able to take it all away. The power to shatter the world she thinks she knows and watch the realization set in that no, I'm not actually any different than the others. I may put on a shinier veneer, but underneath that exterior, I too am a monster. That, just like those who came before me, I will discard her if she ever stops being useful to me.

Almost nothing makes me cum as hard as abusing that power.