Controlled 2

Control: the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events. It is indicative to such words as power, command, dominance, and leadership. Hello, Let me introduce myself. My name is Andrew Pierce, known to everyone as A. P. I'm a corporate attorney on the fast-track to becoming partner at the Law Firm of Goldstein, Parker, & Foster. My tamed hair is blonde, and my eyes are blue. I stand above six feet with pure muscle covering my entire body. I exude confidence, strength, aggressiveness, power and most of all, control. Shit, if I'm to be honest here... I am the epitome of fucking control. Most people strive to have control, but they don't know the first thing about it. They use it as a means to harm, destroy or dominate. For me, control is like breathing. It's my lifeline. I must have control. I must be in control. It's not about my sick twisted need to dominate that's ingrained in me no matter what. No, control for me is simple, it's a matter of life or death. I've worked all of my life to master the art of control and believe me, it wasn't easy. I have been tested, measured, and judged, but I never allow myself to succumb to the loss of control. So imagine my damn surprise, my panic, when for the first time in forever my control falters. Shit, it happened so fast that I couldn't stop it. My breathing became erratic, and my heart beat raced so fast that I wasn't sure if I would be able to... control it. I thought this was it, and I looked around my surroundings, frantically looking for the source of my lapse, waiting to destroy the threat, when my eyes fell on...heaven. This beautiful, stunning, magnificent woman before me stole my breath away. She was the reason why my control faltered. This was dangerous for a man like me, losing control like this. I knew what I must do; however, I still couldn't move. It was that moment when I realized that for the first time in my life, I was fucked.