The room smelled of leather, sweat, and something darker, like the promise of total surrender.
Marcus stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, skin the color of polished obsidian under the dim red light. He didnt speak at first. He didnt need to. His eyes locked on mine and I felt the weight of his dominance press down before a single word left his mouth.
Strip, he said, voice low and rough, the kind that vibrated straight through bone. I obeyed without hesitation, clothes falling to the floor in a messy heap. My cock was already hard, throbbing, exposed. Marcus stepped closer, towering over me, the heat from his body rolling off in waves. He was fully dressed stillblack tank stretched tight across his chest, jeans riding low on powerful hipsand that contrast alone made my knees weak.
He circled me slowly, inspecting, the sound of his boots heavy on the hardwood. One large hand gripped my jaw, tilting my head up so I had to meet his gaze. You came here wanting black dominance, he murmured. Youre gonna get it. No safe words tonight unless you beg like you mean it. Understand?
Yes, Sir, I whispered.
His free hand wrapped around my throat, not choking yet, just owning the space. He pushed me backward until my back hit the wall. Then his mouth crashed down on mine, rough and claiming, tongue forcing entry while his knee shoved between my legs. I ground against his thigh on instinct, desperate for friction. Marcus pulled back with a dark chuckle. Eager little slut. Youll learn patience.
He spun me around, pressing my chest to the wall. Cold metal cuffs snapped around my wrists, securing them above my head to a hook. My ass was presented, vulnerable. Marcus ran both palms over my cheeks, spreading them, thumbs brushing close to my hole but never touching. Look at this pale ass. Gonna mark it up real good.
The first slap landed hard, sharp and stinging. I gasped. Another followed on the other cheek, then another, building heat that spread through my body and straight to my leaking cock. Marcus paused to rub the sting away, fingers dipping between my cheeks to press dry against my entrance. Tight. Well fix that.
He stepped away and I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, zipper lowering. When he returned, the blunt head of his cockthick, heavy, veinedslid between my ass cheeks, teasing. He didnt push in yet. Instead he reached around and wrapped a fist around my dick, stroking slow and firm while he ground against me. Pre-cum smeared across my skin. Every movement reminded me who was in control.
Beg for it, he ordered.
Please, Sir. Fuck me. Use me.
Marcus spat on my hole, rubbed the saliva in with two thick fingers, then pressed one inside without warning. I moaned, pushing back. He worked me open slowly at first, then faster, adding a second finger, scissoring deep until I was panting and rocking on his hand. When he finally lined up his cock and pushed, the stretch burned in the best way. Inch by thick inch he sank into me, stretching my walls until his hips met my ass and he was buried to the hilt.
He didnt give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed forward, setting a brutal rhythm that drove me up onto my toes. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His hand stayed on my throat, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. This ass belongs to me now, he growled against my ear. Say it.
Its yours, Sir. All yours.
He fucked me harder, balls slapping, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Sweat dripped down my back. Every time I thought I might come he slowed, edging me cruelly, denying release until I was shaking and babbling. When he finally reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, I shattered, shooting ropes across the wall while my hole clenched around him.
Marcus didnt stop. He kept pounding through my orgasm, chasing his own. With a deep grunt he buried himself deep and flooded me, hot pulses of cum filling me until it leaked out around his cock. He stayed inside for a long moment, breathing heavy against my neck, then slowly pulled out.
He uncuffed me, turned me around, and pulled me against his chest. For all the intensity, his hand stroked my back gently now. Good boy, he said quietly. You took that like you were made for it.
I stayed pressed to him, legs trembling, cum dripping down my thighs. The power exchange still hummed between us, heavy and satisfying. Marcus tilted my chin up again, this time with surprising tenderness. Next time youll take more. Understand?
Yes, Sir.
He smiled, dark and promising, and led me toward the bed. The night was far from over.
