She was sin in a red velvet package. Temptation in kitten form. Tangled in black lace ribbons of submission. Posed obediently on sheets that smelled of last night’s passion. Well fucked and ready for more.
“Wait.”
His command clear.
Naked. Ready. Waiting.
The anticipation breaks her. Making her focus on submission.
He had plans for her.
The possibilities running through her fevered mind until they dripped onto the bed.
Betraying her arousal.
He smiled as he watched her squirm.
The vulnerability with which she explores her most secret desires captivates him.
Submissive. Wanton. Willing.
He craves her like this. Eyes heavy with arousal. Lips parted in invitation. The velvet lioness turned sex kitten.
His to command.
You watch as he bends her over and claims what is his. Reveling at the desperation on her face as she chases her pleasure. So close you smell the soft scent of her sex. Hear her quiet whimpers of arousal. Fingers itching to touch his pretty little toy. Wondering if he will share.
Everything he did was meant to control her. Her hair. Her heels. Her nakedness. Balanced on sky high heels. Intent upon her task. His hand cupped so gently, guiding her cadence. Her depth. And yet, everything he did empowered her. Embracing her desires. Freeing them. Serving him.
Her submission was not fear…it was choice. She came to him willingly. Her offering would be his treasure.
His dominance was not force…it was presence. He came to her like the question she hadn’t known to ask.
Her surrender an intoxicating inferno that consumed them both.
He loves to watch her play. The way her shyness turns to coquettishness. The power he feels watching her.
She loves it when he watches. His arousal empowers her. Makes her bold. The way she controls him with her body.
They can’t take their eyes off each other as she cums for him.
He was captivated by her.
Fire wrapped in quiet silk.
Her soft hair. Bare skin. Stockings caressing his legs as she knelt before him.
Velvet lips that drew him in.
The scent of her arousal a taunt…a siren call coaxing him to surrender to the flames of her pleasure.
He enjoyed catching her in these intimate moments. Her eyes closed. Unaware of his presence. The only sound her soft moans and jagged breath as her fingers played out the fantasy in her mind. The alpha inside him rising. He knew he possessed her completely. Even her imagination.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her, so elegant was she in her submission to him. Her devotion to his pleasure consumed her. Others wished to possess her. But only his dominance could coax the sexual wanton in her out to play.
His lips burn her skin with the flames of a passion long forgotten. His fingers building the fire only he can control. He consumes her. She arches into the heat as memory and desire blur. In the raging inferno of need he orchestrates, she surrenders herself to him.
He had teased her all day at work. Relentless in pursuit of her arousal. Edging her mercilessly. Finally home, she stood before him as he knelt to claim his prize. His touch made her whimper with need. He smirked as he leaned in to taste his victory. He was going to enjoy this.
I have given him control of my pleasure. His fingertips tease my body, but it is his words that set my mind aflame. I crave his dominance. His instruction. I cannot hide the proof of my surrender from him as it trickles down my thigh. He knows...
Play for me. Let me watch your need grow as I softly confess my most secret desires to you. You know I won’t be able to resist playing along. Cum with me.
He enjoys our morning training sessions. As I squirm in the agony of denied pleasure, he gives me my instructions for the day. If I can recite them back correctly, he might even let me cum for him.
His instructions were clear. Wait. No touching. Her need grows. Unbearable.
She writhes in the desperation of her denial.
Giving in to the temptation to touch the forbidden.
She can’t resist the temptation to touch.
But then again, she never could resist temptation.
She came to him in dreams.
A figment of his desire.
He held her tightly.
As if the strength of his longing could make her stay.
He devoured her with his lips.
His senses overwhelmed.
Drowning in her essence.
Desperate to consume her
Before she fades into the shadows of memory.