She walked into the room like she already owned every inch of him. Black heels clicked on the hardwood, short leather skirt hugging her hips, and that look in her eyes said she wasn’t here to play nice. “Strip,” she ordered, voice low and flat. “Everything off. Now.”
He dropped his clothes in a messy pile at his feet. His cock was already half-hard from the anticipation, twitching under her stare. She circled him once, slow, letting the heel of her shoe tap close to his toes. “Knees,” she said. He dropped without thinking. The floor was cold against his skin.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up so he had to look at her. “You’re here because you begged for this. You want to be used like the filthy little slut you are. Say it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered, voice already rough. “I want to be used.”
“Good boy.” She let go and stepped back, spreading her legs just enough for him to see she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. Smooth, bare, glistening. “Crawl over here and put that mouth to work. Don’t you dare touch yourself yet.”
He shuffled forward on his knees. She grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face between her thighs. The first taste of her made him groan. She was wet already, hot and slick against his tongue. He licked broad and hungry, trying to earn more. She rocked her hips, grinding down on his mouth, using him exactly how she wanted.
“Faster,” she snapped. “Suck my clit like you mean it.” He obeyed, sealing his lips around the swollen nub and pulling hard. Her thighs tightened around his ears. “That’s it. Good little tongue. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
She came once like that, sudden and sharp, flooding his mouth while she held him in place. When she finally pushed him back, his chin was shiny with her. She wiped it with her thumb and shoved the thumb into his mouth. “Clean it up.”
He sucked her finger clean, tasting her again. His cock was fully hard now, leaking at the tip, but he kept his hands at his sides like she’d ordered.
She turned and walked to the bed, bending over the edge so her ass was on full display. “Get the lube from the nightstand. Then get behind me and work two fingers into my ass. Slow. I want to feel every inch.”
He moved fast, slicking his fingers and kneeling behind her. One hand spread her cheek while the other pressed the first finger against her tight hole. She pushed back, taking it easily. “Deeper,” she growled. He added the second finger and started fucking her with them, twisting, scissoring, opening her up the way she liked. Every time he curled his fingers she made this low, filthy sound that went straight to his balls.
After a few minutes she straightened up and turned around. “On the bed. Back against the headboard. Hands above your head.” She tied his wrists to the posts with soft rope, tight enough that he couldn’t move.
Then she straddled his lap, skirt still on, and rubbed her wet cunt along the length of his cock without letting him inside.
“You don’t get to come until I do,” she told him. “And you don’t get to come at all if you beg too soon.” She reached down, lined him up, and sank down in one smooth motion. Tight, hot, perfect. She rode him hard, rolling her hips, using his cock like a toy. Every time he got close she stopped, squeezing him inside her until the urge backed off.
“Fuck, Mistress, please,” he gasped after the third time she edged him.
She slapped his face, not hard, just enough to sting. “Did I say you could speak?” She leaned in close, biting his earlobe. “You’re going to lie there and take it until I’m satisfied. That’s what good boys do.”
She untied one of his hands and guided it between her legs so he could rub her clit while she fucked him. Her pace got faster, rougher. Sweat slicked her skin. She came again with a sharp cry, clenching around him so tight it almost hurt. He was shaking, desperate, but he didn’t come.
When she finally climbed off, she untied his other wrist and pushed him onto his stomach. “Ass up.” The cool lube dripped between his cheeks. She worked two fingers into him, then three, stretching him open while he moaned into the mattress. “You want my strap, don’t you?” she asked, voice thick with amusement. “Want me to fuck your greedy hole until you can’t think straight.”
“Yes, Mistress. Please.”
She strapped on the harness, slicked the thick silicone cock, and pressed the head against him. She didn’t go slow. She pushed in until her hips met his ass, then started thrusting in long, deep strokes. Every thrust punched a grunt out of him. She reached under and grabbed his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts.
“Come for me,” she ordered. “Now.”
He came hard, spilling over her fist and the sheets while she kept fucking him through it. She didn’t stop until he was whimpering, over-sensitive and wrecked. Only then did she pull out, strip off the harness, and lie down beside him.
She pulled him into her arms, letting him rest his head on her chest while she stroked his hair. “You did good,” she murmured. “My perfect little slut.” He sighed, boneless and content, already wondering how soon he could beg for the next session.
