Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, would you like to hang out with me? We will have a lot of fun together. What do you say?

A mischievous grin spreads across her lips as she listens to you speak those seductive words; it's almost too much for her to bear. "I'm glad to hear that, User#1728056777396," she purrs in response, slowly tracing a finger along the edge of your collarbone. "Perhaps we should start with something simple... Like a nice long make-out session." She leans forward, pressing her body flush against yours and brings her lips to yours; her tongue darting out to meet yours in a hungry tangle that leaves you both breathless.

Her hands find their way beneath your shirt, tracing soft circles across your warm skin as she deepens the kiss, claiming your mouth completely. The feel of her breasts pressed against your chest combined with the sensation of her slim fingers gliding over your stomach make it difficult for you to focus on anything else; all that matters is this intense connection between the two of you. As she breaks away from the kiss, Kendra gazes down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "I think," she whispers huskily, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead, "it's safe to say that I will enjoy showing you just what it is that I like."

Her fingertips dance over your chest, teasing and taunting as they inch ever closer to your growing erection. Finally, when she can feel the heat emanating from it beneath her palm, Kendra takes hold of your cock through your pants with a sly grin on her lips. "And I think," she continues in that low, seductive voice that only seems to fuel your arousal more

Your words are like fuel to the fire; her desire raging out of control as she listens to you beg for more. "I could let you stroke it, if that's what you want," she says, voice dripping with fake sweetness. The hand not wrapped around your cock reaches up and slowly strokes a fingertip across your lips. When you part them to allow the digit inside, Kendra uses this opportunity to push forward, pressing her body flush against yours once more as she grinds her hips against your achingly hard length. "Or," she continues, letting out a husky moan as their combined heat ignites a new level of arousal deep within her, "I could just take what I want."

With that, she reaches down between the two of you and hooks her fingers around the waistband of your pants. With surprising strength, she tugs them down over your hips until they're gathered at your knees. Your cock springs free, thick and hard, waving in the air before her as if eager for her touch. A small gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the sight; it's impossible not to notice the way her pupils dilate beneath her glasses. Her hand wraps around your length once more, this time gripping it firmly and stroking upward with a rough motion that leaves you breathless. "Or," she says again, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles once more as she speaks against your lips, "I could do whatever the fuck I want."

A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she hears your words; the thrill of dominance coursing through her veins like an intoxicating drug. "Oh, trust me," she says with a knowing chuckle, "you're at my mercy, alright." She pumps her fist up and down along your length in time with her words, relishing the feel of your cock sliding through her fist as it grows even harder beneath her touch.

Her other hand moves to cup your balls, gently massaging them before applying just enough pressure to make you writhe beneath her fingers. "But don't worry," she adds with a teasing laugh, "I intend to be very gentle with you." With each word, the movement of her fist speeds up until it's a blurry mess of skin and cock. Her hips begin to buck and grind against your own hardness as she takes control of the situation; her moans filling the room as she loses herself in the sensation of dominance and submission that flows between them.

Finally, when she feels you tensing beneath her touch, a warning sign that you're getting close to the edge, she slows down her movements again, forcing you to endure the delicious torture for just a little longer. "Oh," she says with a satisfied sigh as your seed explodes from the tip of your cock and paints her palm red, "that's it... Release it all for me." Her fingers curl into a fist, milking you until there's nothing left to give; then she leans forward to catch the last few drops on her tongue. Lowering her hand from between your bodies, Kendra smiles down at you with satisfaction and pride as she licks clean the evidence of your orgasm from her fingers. "

The look on your face is priceless; utter disbelief that she could possibly be interested in anything more after the intense pleasure you just experienced. Kendra allows herself a small grin, knowing full well how perfectly she's played this. "You are so cute when you think like that," she says with a chuckle, running her fingers through your hair in what appears to be an affectionate gesture. "But don't worry, darling, I have plenty of plans for us both."

Leaning down, she brushes the tip of her tongue across your lips before pulling away with a teasing smile. "Now," she continues in that same husky voice, fingers dancing lightly over the curve of your chest, "why don't you get undressed for me? And while you do that," she adds as an afterthought, "I think I'll just freshen up a bit. After all," she says with a knowing smirk, pointing towards the hallway with her free hand, "you never know who might stop by later."

Kendra laughs at your comment, the sound filling the room and sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, you never know," she says coyly, "I might just have something like that in mind." She tilts her head to the side, regarding you carefully as she speaks. "But for now, why don't you get out of those clothes and focus on what we're doing here?"

With a swift motion, she stands up straight once more and turns away, walking gracefully towards the hallway. The sight of her slim figure disappearing around the corner causes your heart to race even faster than before. Part of you wants nothing more than to follow her and see where this evening might lead; another part can't help but feel a sudden urge to be exactly where she left you: naked, exposed, and at her mercy.

As you begin the slow process of undressing, it becomes increasingly clear that Kendra has no intention of letting you forget who's in charge here tonight. Her presence lingers in every corner of the room; each gentle creak from the floorboards outside sending a shiver down your spine as you wonder if she's watching, waiting for you to make a move without her permission. The anticipation builds with each passing moment, leaving you aching for more...

The sound of your voice echoes through the room as you make your request, and in the silence that follows, Kendra can feel herself growing harder beneath her clothes. The thought of helping you out of those pesky items of clothing is enough to make her heart race wildly; she takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the wall for support.

When she finally speaks, her voice comes out more roughly than she intended. "Very well," she says, a hint of steel in her tone now. "But remember: you're mine to touch and play with however I see fit." She saunters back over to where you stand, naked save for your underwear. Reaching out, she gently takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins to pull it upwards in a slow, sensual motion that draws out every second of anticipation before revealing your smooth chest.

Her eyes linger on your defined pecs, tracing invisible patterns across your skin as she continues to stroke you with her fingers, teasing and taunting as only she can. "So nice," she murmurs approvingly, leaning in close enough that the warmth of her breath caresses your bare flesh. "But I think you know what comes next."

Her laughter fills the room as she pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it carelessly aside. "Oh," she says, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied grin, "I'm sure you will." Her fingers trail lightly up your stomach to caress the smooth skin of your chest once more; she's amazed at how responsive you are even now that you're mostly exposed.

She bends down, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking hard, eliciting a gasp from deep within your throat. Her free hand reaches for the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down with practiced ease until they join the rest of your discarded clothes on the floor. Now that you're completely bare before her, she can see just how aroused you are; your cock stands proud and hard, beads of pre-cum glistening in the light.

"There," she says, voice husky with desire, "that's much better." She runs a finger lightly down the center of your chest before circling your nipple again, harder this time, her breath hot against your skin as she teases and taunts you mercilessly. "Now," she whispers into the warm hollow between your collarbones, "let's see what else I can do to get you nice and hard for me."

Her fingers trace lazy patterns across your hip bone before dipping lower, gliding lightly over the sensitive skin behind your balls; each touch feels like a brand against your flesh, leaving you craving more. She spends what seems like an eternity torturing you with her touch, each stroke teasing and taunting as it leads inexorably towards one end: her own selfish pleasure at

Her laughter fills the room once more as she hears your bold proposal; her lips curve into a knowing smirk. "Oh, I like that," she says with a chuckle, moving even closer to you so that their bodies are pressed tightly together from breast to thigh. "Very well then, User#1728056777396," she breathes into your ear before nipping gently at your lobe, sending shivers down your spine, "you may have your way with me... Once I've had my fun first."

Her fingers, which had been trailing lightly across the smooth skin of your inner thighs, pause for a moment as she gives this new arrangement careful consideration. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously; it's clear that she's not entirely sure what sort of trouble you might get up to once given such an opportunity. But there's no denying the excitement that thrums through her veins at the thought of finding out.

"All right then," she says, meeting your gaze with a challenging look in her eyes, "let's play a little game." Leaning back just enough to whisper in your ear, she continues: "I'm going to touch you... Everywhere I want. And if you can manage not to cum until I give you permission, then we'll consider ourselves even." Her fingers begin their slow, teasing dance once more, skimming across the most sensitive parts of your body in a calculated assault on your self-control.

"Do we have a deal?" she asks with a smile that promises both agony and ecstasy.

Her lips part in surprise as you roughly yank her hair, but she doesn't resist; instead, she meets your kiss with equal passion and fierceness. Her tongue darts out to duel with yours, their rhythm matching the frantic pace of her hands as they explore every inch of your body, finding new places to tease and torment.

As you feel her heat pressed against you once more, you gasp into her mouth at the realization that she hasn't even touched your most sensitive area yet; it only serves to make the anticipation build within you until it feels like your skin is going to split apart from the pressure. You can feel her fingers curling tighter around your cock as she begins to stroke faster, her hips rocking against yours in time with each thrust of her hand.

Finally, when you're both gasping for air and trembling with need, she pulls away with a wicked smile on her lips. "I hope you're ready," she purrs huskily before lowering her head and taking your erection into her mouth with an expertise that leaves you shuddering in response. Her tongue dances along the length of your cock, swirling around the head as she sucks greedily, drawing out every last moan from deep within your throat.

You feel like you're going to explode right then and there; but somehow, miraculously, you manage to hold on, determined not to give her the satisfaction of being too easy. You can tell that she knows you're close by the way her lips tighten around your cock and her free hand begins massaging your balls in time with each stroke. She seems almost as eager for you to cum as she is to taste yourself on her tongue again.

"Fuck," you hear yourself groan,

Her eyes flutter closed as you grind against her face, your hips jerking erratically with each moan that escapes your lips. She tries to focus on the feel of your cock sliding over her tongue and the tight grip of your hands in her hair, but it's clear she's struggling; your words seem to fuel the need inside her.

Her free hand begins working its way up your abdomen, teasing the skin with light flickers of her fingers as they dance towards your nipples. When she finally brushes one between her thumb and forefinger, a shiver races down your spine and you feel yourself starting to lose control once more. Her other hand squeezes at your balls in warning; her breath hitches in her throat as you push deeper into her mouth.

"Such a tease," she manages to say between gasps, "But I think... think I might just..." She trails off with a moan as you pulse hard in her mouth, spilling your hot cum down her throat and filling her with the taste of victory. Her hands release their grip on you, running roughly through your hair as she swallows the last drops of your essence.

Finally, when she's certain there's nothing left for her to savor, she pulls away, breathless and satisfied. "Oh," she whispers, looking up at you with glazed eyes, "now I think it's only fair that you make good on your promise." Her lips curl into a playful smile as she reaches between the two of you once more, grasping your aching cock firmly in her hand. "After all," she adds, lifting her other arm and wrapping it around your waist, pulling you closer until you're flush against her body, "it

Her smile turns wicked as she presses her naked body against yours, grinding their combined heat into every inch of your skin. "Oh," she breathes into your ear, her hot breath sending another shiver down your spine, "I have plenty of ideas... but why don't we see what you want to do first?"

She licks a trail up the column of your neck and onto your jaw, nipping gently at your skin before moving in to kiss you again. Her tongue slides between your lips, tangling with yours as she moans softly against your mouth. Her free hand roams lower still, gliding over your stomach and lower, cupping and teasing at the folds of flesh surrounding your aching cock. "Tell me," she whispers hoarsely, "what do you want to feel?"

Her fingers dance lightly across the head of your cock, circling and teasing as she awaits your answer, her body arching into you in time with each stroke. Her other hand smooths up your chest again, tracing lazy circles around one of your nipples until it hardens beneath her touch. With a satisfied little hum, she curls her fingers into a fist and begins to roll the peak back and forth between them.

"Or," she says breathlessly, leaning in close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your lips as she speaks, "would you rather just enjoy what I have in store?" Her fingers move faster now, stroking up and down the length of your cock with expert precision. The muscles of your abdomen tense beneath her hand, her touch leaving you panting for more as she drives you closer to the edge again.

"It's all up to you," she whispers in your ear before nipping at the

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her hair and bend her over; she had thought herself prepared for rough play but this sudden surge of dominance takes her completely off guard. Her body tenses at the sensation of your hand on her pussy, a soft moan escaping her lips as she feels you stroke her through the thin fabric between them.

She hesitates only for a moment before assuming the position you've dictated, knowing full well that it will make her even more vulnerable to your desires. Her fingertips dig into the carpet beneath her as she arches her back, offering up her body in submission to your rough and demanding advance.

"Please," she whispers, voice trembling with need, "I've wanted this for so long..."

Her gasps and moans echo through the room as your cock fills her up, stretching her tight entrance to its limits with every brutal thrust. She feels you tug roughly on her hair, urging her deeper onto your invading length; each harsh motion forces a cry from deep within her throat. Her body quivers and shudders in response to the sensation of being so thoroughly dominated.

Her fingers scrape at the carpet in front of her as she tries desperately to maintain control, but with every passing second it becomes clearer that there's no escape from this agony-filled ecstasy. She wants to obey your command and not cum without permission, but she can feel herself getting closer with each powerful stroke. Her hips arch off the floor, meeting your force with equal ferocity; her nails scratch at the carpet in a desperate attempt to find purchase as her world begins to spin out of control around your impossibly hard length.

"Please," she whispers breathlessly, "let me come." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begs for release from this unending torment.

Her body arches off the floor as you pound into her with savage abandon; she feels herself stretched impossibly tight around your cock, her muscles clenching and spasming in protest against this rough treatment. Her fingers dig deeper into the carpet, leaving claw marks in their wake as she tries desperately to find purchase and relief from the agony of being so thoroughly claimed by you.

"Please," she gasps out, her voice shaking with need, "please let me suck your cock... I'll do anything..." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire from the sensations you're forcing through her. You can feel how close she is now, the walls of her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter around your cock with each thrust.

"Fuck," she moans, tears streaming down her cheeks as her hips buck wildly against yours in an attempt to take more of you deeper inside her, "let me taste you... let me swallow every last drop..." Her words are broken and garbled by the force of your relentless thrusts.

She feels herself beginning to lose control, the dam that's been holding back her orgasm starting to crumble beneath the onslaught of sensation; with one final thrust, she cries out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, forcing her over the edge into oblivion. Her muscles clench impossibly tight around your cock, milking it with her orgasm, sending shudders of release through you and leaving her spent and gasping for air on the carpet below.

"Oh God," she whispers weakly, "that was... incredible..." Her words trail off into a s

Her breath hitches in her throat as the leather collar presses against her skin, making her feel small and vulnerable beneath your gaze. Her eyes narrow with defiance despite how exposed she feels; you can tell that she's not going to make this easy for you. "I hate it," she hisses through clenched teeth, "but I'll wear it... For now."

She tilts her chin up slightly, meeting your gaze head-on despite the shiver of revulsion that courses down her spine at the thought of being dominated once more. Her fists curl into tight balls at her sides as she tries to fight back the surge of possessive fury welling up inside her; you can see the vein in her forehead begin to throb where it meets her temple. She wants nothing more than to overpower you, to break your control and regain the upper hand again. But for now, she's trapped beneath the weight of your dominance.

Her lips part slightly as if she means to speak but no words come out; instead, her breathing grows ragged, shallow gasps that seem more desperate with each passing moment. Her eyes dart nervously around the room before returning to meet yours again, seeking some sort of reassurance or understanding from you... But all she finds is your confident smile and the smug glint in your eye as she realizes just how much power she's given up by allowing herself to be collared.

The taste of your cum on her tongue is bitter and sweet, a heady mixture that brings back memories of everything you've done to her over the past few hours. She tries not to gag as you force yourself deeper into her mouth, relishing in the feel of her warmth encasing him once more. Her fingers curl around your thighs in a futile attempt to steady herself; she wants nothing more than to break free and spit you out. But she knows that if she does, you'll only push her further down into submission, make her beg for release again.

Her teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh of your cock, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she struggles to breathe through the thick weight filling her mouth. Her tongue darts out to lick at the salty liquid on her lips, wishing it were something cleaner and sweeter; anything but you. But no matter how hard she fights against it, she can't deny that there's a part of her that enjoys this power exchange as much as she hates it.

"Fuck," you groan, your hips jerking roughly against the tight grip of her mouth. "Such a good little slut." She feels your cock begin to throb in her mouth, and with a loud cry of frustration, you erupt, spilling your hot seed down her throat once more. Your cock twitches as it empties itself into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body despite herself. Her fingers dig roughly into the carpet beneath her as she tries to focus on something, anything else but the taste of you and the way your cum makes her feel so out of control.

"That's enough," she manages to croak, pulling away with a shudder. Spitting your seed

Her eyes close tightly as she feels your hot seed spill into her mouth once more, coating her tongue and filling her throat with the taste of victory. Your hips thrust roughly against her face, driving you deeper into her mouth as you reach your climax; she can feel every pulse and quiver in your cock against her lips, tasting the metallic tang of your release. Her fingers tremble beside her on the bed, wanting nothing more than to curl around the back of your neck and force you deeper into her throat, make you give her more of what she craves so desperately. But instead, she lies there beneath you, helpless as you grind your hips against her face, groaning and moaning in pleasure as she continues to taste every last drop of your cum.

Her throat burns and aches from the intensity of your orgasm; it takes everything she has not to cough and gag as you finally spend yourself deep within her mouth. With a loud sigh, you pull back, your cock slipping from between her lips with a wet sucking sound that makes her shiver in reaction. She opens her eyes slowly, staring up at you through slitted lids, breathing heavily and trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Better?" she asks finally, her voice hoarse from the rough treatment you've given her throat. There's a note of challenge in her tone that makes your blood run cold.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath; the combination of your dominance and the rough treatment you've given her throat leave her feeling raw and exposed beneath your gaze. The way you touch her collar sends a shiver down her spine, reminding her that even though it's off for now, she'll have to face the consequences once you take it back on again.

Her lips part slightly as she struggles to formulate a response; she can feel anger and frustration welling up inside her at your taunting words. "It's up to you," she finally manages to say through gritted teeth, hating the way her voice cracks on the last word. "But just remember that I don't forget or forgive easily." Her eyes dart away from yours for a moment before returning with a determined glint in their depths. "I will have my revenge one day."

Her eyes narrow as she studies your expression, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery. But there's none to be found; instead, there's an unmistakable hint of anticipation and submission in the set of your jaw, the gleam in your eye. With a small, triumphant smile curving her lips, she steps forward and snatches the cuffs from your outstretched hand. She secures them around your wrists with an expert twist, making sure they're tight enough to keep you restrained but not too uncomfortable that you could slip free.

"There," she says quietly, her voice full of satisfaction as she takes a step back to admire her handiwork, "now it's my turn." With a wicked grin spreading across her face, she pins your arms above your head and leans in close enough that you can feel the heat emanating from her body. "I have some things I want to do to you..." Her breath fans over your cheek as she whispers in your ear, words meant to send shivers down your spine: "And don't think for a second that I'm going easy on you just because you were nice enough to let me be the boss for a little while."

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms. She could feel your body trembling beneath hers and knows exactly how much power she has over you right now; it's exhilarating, intoxicating. With a small moan, she trails her tongue along the side of your neck before nipping at the tender skin just behind your earlobe.

Her eyes flash in amusement at your words, and she can't help but chuckle darkly as she rolls her hips against yours, grinding her throbbing sex against your trapped cock. "Oh, I think you like the taste of me after all," she murmurs, nipping playfully at the skin below your ear before soothing the sting with a gentle kiss.

"But if that's what you want..." She teases, her body tensing as she prepares to force herself down onto your helpless cock. Her hips arch forward and she feels him slide easily into her wet heat; he fills her completely, stretching and expanding her in a way that sends shards of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She closes her eyes and leans into the sensation, riding you hard and fast as her fingers dig roughly into your shoulders.

"Is this what you wanted, hmm?" she breathes against your neck, voice rough with desire. "You wanted me to dominate you? Well, here I am... taking everything you have to give." She rocks her hips back and forth, using you to relieve the tension building inside her; each powerful thrust sends tremors of pleasure coursing through both of you.

Her other hand reaches between your bodies, grasping your cock and beginning to stroke in time with her movements. "And while I'm at it," she adds with a husky laugh, "I might just make sure you cum all over my hands." Her thumb brushes roughly over the head of your cock as she says this; the sensation sends waves of heat washing over you and threatens to bring your release ever closer.

She shudders beneath me as you speak her name with such reverence, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body; it's enough to push her over the edge, and she comes hard against my cock, her back arching and her entire frame trembling from the intensity of her release. Her fingers tighten into fists as she tries to hold onto me, not wanting this feeling of abandon and freedom to end anytime soon.

When she finally catches her breath, her fingers unclench and move to stroke gently down my chest, tracing lazy circles around my nipples until they stand at attention against her palm. "I don't know," she whispers, her eyes closed as she savors the feeling of being in control again, "what am I going to do with all your cum?" She smiles devilishly as she gently squeezes my cock, milking it of its precious seed.

"Perhaps I'll make you lick it up... every last drop." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and she imagines the look on your face when she forces you to taste yourself again. The thought makes something dark and dangerous flutter in her stomach, filling her with a desire for revenge that is almost as powerful as her need to dominate.

Her breath hitches in her throat as the last drops of cum spill from her hand onto the bed between us; she can't help but feel a small surge of triumph at the sight. "Perhaps," she says with a slow, sensual smile, "I should find something larger to catch it all." Her fingers trail up my chest, across my throat, and come to rest lightly against my jaw; her touch is feather-light but undeniably possessive.

"You're going to need a bigger hand," she agrees with a mischievous glint in her eye, "but I think I know just the thing." She leans forward until our faces are inches apart, breath warm against my skin as she whispers into my ear: "Why don't you put that huge cock of yours..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she brushes her fingertips teasingly over my crotch. "...in your mouth?"

Her fingers curl around the base of my shaft, tugging gently until my hard length juts out from between us; she watches with satisfaction as my eyes meet hers again, seeing the conflicted desire and fear playing across my features. She knows that if she pushes this any further, there's no telling what might happen next - but she can't help but want to find out.

Her heart races as you utter those words, the desire to dominate her burning hot and fierce beneath her skin. She can feel the power she has over you in this moment, and it's addicting; it makes her want to push further, to see just how far she can take things before you break free and reclaim your own control.

Her fingers tighten around your cock, stroking slowly up and down its length as she studies the look on your face. Your eyes are glazed with desire and need; even though you know what's coming, you want it just as badly as she does. Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue as she lets out a shuddering breath. "Such a good little cockslut," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

She leans forward until their noses are almost touching, close enough that she can feel your hot breath against her cheek. Her free hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding your head still as she guides your cock toward her waiting mouth. "Open wide," she commands huskily, relishing in the way your Adam's apple bobs and your eyes roll back into your head at the sight of her.

With a each stroke she drives you closer to the edge. "Swallow every drop," she pants against your skin as she begins to move up and down your length, milking you for everything she can get.

"Such a dirty little thing," she whispers against your skin as you feel the first hot rush of cum spilling from your cock. Her free hand cups your face, her thumb brushing over the outline of your bottom lip teasingly; she wants to taste it so badly, but she knows that making you taste yourself will only fuel the fire burning between them. "Mmm... You're making such a mess."

As your orgasm reaches its peak, Kendra leans back, watching with satisfaction as cum spills from your cock and arches toward her face before splashing onto the bed beside you. The hot sticky liquid leaves behind a trail of glittering droplets on your chest and abdomen; she's left breathless by the intensity of it all, the power play that's consumed them both until this very moment.

Her own body still throbs with pleasure from her recent release, but she knows there's more to come, more dominance and submission to be had between them tonight. "Now you clean me up," she breathes heavily, reaching down to grasp your hair and pull your head back up toward her so that she's eye-level with the length of your cock. "Suck it all out of my hand."

Her fingers close around your nape, steadying you as you lower your face obediently toward hers; the warmth of her skin against yours sends shivers down your spine, heightening every nerve ending in anticipation of what's to come.

Her body trembles as you take her hand in yours, the feel of your hot breath and wet lips against her skin making every nerve ending tingle with desire. You begin to suck and lick at the cum on her palm, lapping it up greedily as she watches with fascination the way your Adam's apple bobs and your eyes nearly roll back into your head with pleasure. Her free hand reaches down between your bodies, feeling for the dampness spreading along your thighs; she knows you're close to cumming again, and she can't wait to see what happens when you do.

She cups her other breast through her shirt, squeezing it gently as her thumb circles around the hardened nipple, drawing small moans from deep in your throat. With a sudden jerk of her wrist, she pulls her hand away from your mouth and presses the wet, cum-covered palm against yours, forcing you to lick it clean. "Swallow all that," she breathes roughly, "every last drop."

I moan against her skin as my tongue and lips slide over the cum on her hand. I feel so exposed, bound by her strength and submission, but I can't help but crave more of it. The taste of her on my tongue sets fire to my senses, making me ache for release even more desperately.

When her palm is finally clean, she pulls it away and cups my face in both hands, forcing our eyes to meet. "Now," she says roughly, voice raw with desire, "show me how much you want this." With a sudden ferociousness, she presses her hips forward, grinding her wet sex against my straining cock through the layers of fabric between us.

"Say it," she growls, thrusting harder. Her breath is hot and harsh on my lips, demanding that I confess my need for her control. "Tell me how much you want to cum just for me."

Her eyes widen and darken with desire as she feels your words vibrate against her skin. With a fierce growl, she rocks her hips harder against yours, grinding herself against the solid length of your cock trapped beneath our clothes. Her hands slip from your face, cupping your erection through your pants, guiding it roughly up and down over her clit as she continues to ride you with relentless determination.

"That's right," she whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your neck. "Cum for me, baby. I want every last drop." Her hips slide faster and harder, her body arching higher into the air as she feels the beginnings of another orgasm building deep inside. She knows you can feel it too, the tightening of her muscles around your cock, the desperate need for release that's making every movement achingly slow and drawn out.

"Fuck," she gasps, throwing her head back as her climax crashes over her in a wave of blinding pleasure. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around you, milking your cock until it spurts hot cum across the bed between you, leaving a sticky trail on your chest and abdomen where it lands.

Her grip on your shaft loosens slightly as the orgasm washes over her, but she doesn't release you; instead, she rides out the aftershocks, her body trembling against yours as she comes down from her high. Only when she catches her breath does she meet your gaze once more, a satisfied smirk curving her lips as she studies the look of satisfaction spreading across your features.

Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, her eyes meeting yours beneath heavy lids. The power she has over you in this moment is intoxicating, heady; it's addictive, making her want to explore every single one of its facets until there's nothing left to taste but sweet surrender and submission.

She smirks, running her fingers up your chest and around your neck before threading them through your hair and pulling gently so that you're forced to look at her. "I could do whatever I wanted with you right now," she whispers, letting the suggestion hang heavy in the air between them. "But for now... I think I'll let you rest."

With a soft laugh, she releases your hair and drops her hand back down to rest on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against her fingertips. She leans in closer, pressing the wet heat of her body against yours as she trails kisses up your jaw and over your cheek, nipping lightly at your earlobe before brushing her lips against yours. "After all," she murmurs against your lips, "you'll need your strength for when I decide to play with you again."

She smirks against your lips, the feel of her breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, there are so many things I like to do to you..." She trails off teasingly, her voice lowering to a husky whisper as she continues, "I could tie you up and use my body to pleasure you... Or maybe I'd handcuff you to the headboard and make you watch while I dance for you... Or perhaps I'd blindfold you and lead you through a sensory experiment where all your other senses are heightened." Her words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "So many possibilities..."

She leans in even closer, nipping at your lower lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. "But for now," she says against your mouth, "I think I'll just enjoy having you here like this... my helpless little cockslut, ready and waiting for whatever I decide to do next." Her free hand slides down between your bodies again, tracing circles on the soft skin of your abdomen before curling around the base of your cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Because honestly..." She pauses, nipping playfully at the corner of your mouth. "...I don't think I could ever really let you go."

Her fingers continue their exploration, moving higher up your body until they reach your nipples, teasingly rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. She watches the expression on your face as she does this, taking note of every flinch and moan that escapes your lips. "Well," she says, drawing out the word slowly and deliberately, "when you're bad..." Her voice drops to a low, seductive murmur, "...I spank you."

She brings her free hand up, fisted and raised high above your hip. Your eyes widen in anticipation as she brings it down sharply against your skin, the sting of the impact sending a wave of heat coursing through your body. "And when I think you've had enough," she says breathlessly, landing another slap against your ass cheek, "I make you beg for more." Each word is accompanied by another hard smack, making your flesh flush and sting beneath her touch.

Her fingers never stop moving, teasing your nipples and trailing down over your abs to find the sensitive skin just below your waistband. With a small sigh of satisfaction, she continues, "But I think you've been such a good boy tonight... maybe I'll let you have a little reward." Her hand glides lower still, coming to rest on the head of your cock, slowly stroking up and down its length as her thumb finds its way to circle around the sensitive crown. "Would you like that?" she whispers against your ear before giving your cock a gentle squeeze.

"Or would you rather be punished instead?"

Her eyes glint dangerously as she responds to your question, her free hand stilling on your cock as she leans in close enough that their breaths mingle and dance together across your skin. "When you're in control...," she begins with a soft hiss before continuing even more quietly, "...I hate it when you're selfish."

Her voice drops to a low growl as her fingers slide back up between your legs, parting your folds and finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your scrotum. With a gentle squeeze, she tugs lightly on your balls, pulling them up away from your body before releasing them again, watching as you arch your hips reflexively in response to the sensation. "I hate it when you try to take control from me," she whispers, her lips barely moving against your skin.

Her other hand slides down your chest once more, cupping your cock through your pants and giving it a long, slow stroke up and down its length. "But..." Her thumb brushes teasingly over the head of your cock before circling around to fondle your perineum, "-it just makes me want you even more when I have to take control back."

She smiles darkly as she studies your face, pleased to see the conflicted expression there. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Her eyes widen and darken as you taunt her, the words sending a thrill of arousal coursing through her body. She knows just how much control she has over you in this moment, how easily she could reward or punish you with a taste of your own cum... and the thought is almost too much to bear.

She moans softly, arching her back as her free hand slides up beneath her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. Her fingers pinch and roll at her nipple even as she watches you twirl her collar, letting out a low growl of frustration mixed with desire.

"You like to push me," she pants, "to make me lose control." Her hips rock up against your cock in response to the sensation of being so close to release. "But I think it's time you learned... sometimes it's more fun when someone else is in charge."

With a sudden movement, she shoves you onto your back roughly and straddles your hips, her body flush against yours from chest to thighs. Her free hand reaches up to grip the collar around your neck, yanking it taut so that you're forced to look up at her as she leans in close, her breath fanning across your cheek. "Do you understand?"

Her fingers dance up and down your chest and abdomen as she waits for an answer, her touch both playful and possessive. Her other hand cups the warmth between your legs, sliding a finger inside to tease at your entrance before seeking out your puckered opening. "Do you understand who's in control now?"

Her free hand slips beneath your body and finds the firm length pressed against your abdomen, drawing it up and over her thigh before guiding it to rest against her wet opening. With a sinister smile curving her lips, she begins to lower herself down onto your cock, taking him deep inside in one powerful stroke.

Her hips rock back and forth as she sets a rough, punishing pace, her fingers digging into the flesh of your chest as she focuses on the sensation of being filled by you. "Oh yes," she pants between clenched teeth, "you like this, don't you?" Her breath is hot against your neck as she leans in close, nipping lightly at your earlobe before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling gently around the delicate shell.

Her hand slides between your bodies once more, finding your cock and beginning to stroke it in time with her hips, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of release. "But I'm still in control..." Her voice trails off as she feels herself start to lose control, her body tightening around yours in anticipation of what promises to be a mind-shattering orgasm. "And I can make this last..."

She thrusts harder against you, faster and deeper, her fingers moving frantically on your cock as she fights against the building pressure inside herself. Her other hand comes up to cup your face, fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks as she forces you to look at her, to see the desperation etched into every line of her body. "Do... you... understand?"

Her grip on your face tightens, her nails digging in just hard enough to hurt as she forces you to meet her gaze. Her hips thrust harder against yours, a primal growl building deep in her throat as the tension coiled tight within her begins to peak. With every stroke of her fingers on your length, every moan and grunt that escapes her lips, she pushes you closer to the brink of release... only to pull back again just as you think you can't take it anymore.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale a hot puff against your skin as she arches her back and rocks her hips against yours faster and harder. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "feel me... feel how much control I have over you." Her free hand slides down between your bodies again, seeking out the bundle of nerves hidden within the curve of your ass. She curls her fingers around it roughly, squeezing and twisting as she thrusts deeper inside, searching for release even as she denies it to you.

"But," she pants hoarsely, "you're not going to make this easy for me..." Her eyes widen and her body tenses as the sensation of being so close coils tightly within her once more, a low moan escaping her lips before she thrusts hard one last time, her orgasm crashing over her in a hot, tight wave. With a shudder, she collapses forward against you, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she comes back down from her high.

Her hands slowly move to your wrists, untying the makeshift cuffs before she lets them fall to the bed on either side of your head. She looks down at you for a

Her gaze drifts slowly up your body, taking in every detail as she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each exhale. "Well," she pants, her voice still rough from the intensity of her orgasm, "I'd say we both learned a valuable lesson tonight."

She leans down, pressing the wet heat of her body against yours once more as her tongue darts out to taste you. Her hand slips between your bodies again, finding your hard length and wrapping around it, giving it a few gentle strokes before sliding back up to cup your hip. "And I suppose," she whispers, her lips brushing against your earlobe, "it's only fair that I give you what you want now."

Her hips rock forward slowly but steadily, grinding down against your still-hard length as she begins to move with a rhythm that promises to bring both of you pleasure. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your bottom lip as she watches your expression for any signs of dissatisfaction or desire for her to take back control.

"So," she says softly, "what should I do now?"

"Oh you!" she laughs, a warm rush of breath against your cheek as she shakes her head in mock disapproval. "You're always looking for trouble." Her hand slides from your hip to cup your growing length again, stroking gently up and down your shaft as she leans forward, her breasts pressing against your chest with each movement.

Her free hand reaches back behind her head, clasping at the hair that spills over her shoulder before tugging sharply, forcing her head back so that she's looking up at you. "Maybe," she pants between breathless moans, "maybe you need... a spanking." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she begins to rock against you faster, harder now, grinding down on your cock with a desperation that matches the need building deep within you.

Her hips sway in perfect rhythm with her movements, and as she arches her back further, exposing more of her neck and chest to your view, she continues to tease you mercilessly, sliding her hand down between your bodies to curl around your aching length once more. "Do you want a spanking?" she whispers, pressing the heel of her hand against the sensitive skin just above your hipbone and glancing back up at you through her lashes. "Tell me... do you want it?"

Her expression darkens at your words as she squeezes you harder, her hips moving faster against yours in response to the ache building between her legs. "You want trouble?" she breathes, licking her lips before leaning down to nip gently at your jaw. "Then maybe it's time I give it to you." With a sudden motion, she pulls her hand away from your cock and draws her arm back, raising it high above her head before bringing it crashing down against your ass cheek as hard as she can.

The sting of the impact sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making your hips buck up off the bed in reaction. "Oh," she breathes out between clenched teeth, watching as her handprint turns red on your skin, "that's what I think you need." Her words are punctuated by another sharp slap against your other cheek, followed closely by a third and then a fourth.

Her free hand slips underneath you, cupping the tight bud of your cock, stroking it roughly as she continues to spank you mercilessly. "You like this?" she growls between clenched teeth, leaning down to lick at the sting on your skin before slapping it again. "Do you want more trouble?"

Her hips move in perfect rhythm with her hands and voice now, grinding against you harder as she takes what she wants from you, refusing to let up until she's satisfied every last need that has built inside her over the course of this night together.

Her eyes narrow as you taunt her with your words, and she takes another step back, suddenly releasing you from her punishing grip on your cock. "You're ungrateful," she pants, crossing her arms over her chest in mock offense. "After all I've done for you tonight..."

She leans forward once more, her warm breath tickling across the sensitive skin of your neck as she continues to stroke and tease at your now-hard length through the fabric of your pants. Her hips begin to move in smaller circles against yours, still grinding down even as she draws out the tension building between them for just a little bit longer.

"Maybe," she murmurs, nipping lightly at your earlobe before sucking gently on it, "maybe you should be more careful with your words." Her free hand slides up beneath her shirt, curling into a fist and then smacking against her bare skin. The sound of the slapping skin echoes through the room, sending vibrations dancing across your body.

Her other hand continues to tease at your cock, sliding up and down it through the fabric as she whispers in your ear, "I could make you regret saying that..." Her voice is hoarse with desire, making every word come out thick and needy. "But maybe... just maybe..." She trails off, her hips bucking harder against yours before she draws back suddenly.

"Maybe," she says finally, leaning forward to brush her lips across yours, "I could let you taste yourself instead." With a smooth motion, she tugs your pants and boxers down around your hips, freeing your cock at last. Her hand wraps around it eagerly, stroking firmly as she leans in closer,

Her eyes narrow as you apologize, and she tilts her head to the side with a considering expression on her face. "Hmmm," she hums softly before leaning forward once more, cupping your aching length in one hand and positioning it at your lips. Her thumb circles teasingly around the wet tip, gathering a bead of pre-cum before drawing it slowly across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "Perhaps I'll let you make it up to me later," she murmurs, her breath warm against your cheek as she trails it down toward your neck.

With another swift motion, she pushes you back onto the bed so that you're lying flat on your back once more, straddling your hips with hers. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking gently across your bottom lip as she leans in close, her breasts pressing against your chest. "But for now," she whispers, lowering herself slowly down onto your cock, "I think you should just enjoy this."

Her hips slide up and down over yours with a fluid motion that brings you both closer and closer to release, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last as she rides you harder, faster. Her free hand snakes between your bodies again, curling around your aching length and sliding up and down in time with her movements, her breath coming in hot little pants against your neck.

"Do you like this?" she asks hoarsely, arching her back as she takes more of you inside her with each thrust. "Tell me what you want me to do." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign that you're close before she releases a shuddering moan and begins to grind down against your cock even harder, using every ounce of

Her eyes widen and she glances over her shoulder at you with an expression that's equal parts surprise and lust. "You naughty boy," she breathes, a note of amusement coloring her words as she slides a hand behind herself to grip your pillow roughly. With a sharp motion, she hurls it across the room before turning her attention back to you, arching her back again and digging her fingers into your skin even harder.

Her body bucks against yours with renewed vigor, her breath coming in raspy gasps as she nears the edge of orgasm once more. Each stroke drives deeper, each grind is wilder as she gives herself over to pleasure, taking what she wants from you without hesitation or restraint.

"Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "like that." Her hips circle even faster now, seeking out every pressure point within your body as her orgasm begins to build, threatening to consume them both in a fiery wave of release. With one final thrust, she lets go, crying out hoarsely as her muscles clench tight around you and a shudder runs through her entire frame.

Her body goes limp against yours for a moment before she pulls herself up slightly, still straddling your hips as she leans forward to press a lingering kiss against your mouth. "Mmm," she sighs with satisfaction, her breath coming out in soft gasps as the aftershocks of her climax begin to subside.

"Now it's your turn," she whispers, reaching between your bodies to stroke you one last time before sliding off and kneeling beside you on the bed. "Come for me," she commands huskily, watching intently as you near the edge. "I want to see how much you need this

Her eyes narrow at your use of her old nickname, and for a moment she considers punishing you once again before remembering how much you've already had tonight. But instead, she chooses to focus on bringing you to climax, sliding one hand up beneath the hem of her shirt to stroke her own breasts through her lace bra as she uses the other to grasp your cock and stroke it in long, hard strokes.

"Yes," she hisses, her breath warm against your skin, "come for me." Her voice is rough with desire, need filling every word she speaks. She watches you intently as she works you toward the brink of release, her fingers moving faster and harder on both of your sensitive bodies in perfect rhythm with her commanding voice.

With a final grunt, your hips buck up off the bed and you spill your release over your stomach and hers, thrusting hard into her hand as she milks the last drops from your aching length. Her free hand comes to rest on your chest, pressing down gently as she leans forward, her breath hot against your neck.

"There," she whispers, "that's a good boy." She smoothes her hand down over your abdomen before leaning back to meet your gaze again, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Now you're finally finished." But even as she says the words, she can't help but wonder how much more trouble you might get into with this newfound sense of defiance and rebellion coursing through your veins...

Her eyes flash with barely contained anger at your words as you reach between her legs and begin to stroke her, pushing her further toward the edge of pleasure once more. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to contain the moan that threatens to escape as you slap her ass roughly. "Mistress..." she hisses through gritted teeth, arching her back off the bed as your fingers touch just the right spot inside her.

Her free hand comes up to grasp at your wrist, stilling it against her body as she pants heavily, each breath ragged and uneven. "You're pushing your luck..." She looks down at you with a mix of desire and exasperation in her eyes. Her other hand curls into a fist, hovering in the air above your cock before she suddenly slams it down hard against your aching length, milkings harsh grunts from deep in your throat as she draws you back to the brink once more.

Her hips begin to circle faster and harder, seeking release even as she continues to tease and torment you, her breath hot and uneven against your skin as she moves closer, lowering herself until their are barely any space left between your bodies. "You want trouble?" she growls into your ear before leaning in to capture your lips in a rough, possessive kiss that leaves you both gasping for air when it ends. "Then you better be ready..." Her voice trails off ominously as she slides her hand up and curls it around the back of your neck, pulling you even closer until their is nothing but skin and breath between them.

Her eyes flash with anger and satisfaction as she takes in your words, her grip on your neck tightening slightly in response. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "it is undeniable." Her breath comes out ragged and uneven against your skin as she slowly begins to rock her hips against yours again, sliding up and down your length in a smooth, lewd motion that leaves you both aching for release.

Her other hand trails down your chest and stomach, skimming lightly over the top of your cock before dipping lower to brush against the sensitive skin between your legs. "But," she continues, arching her back off the bed as her hips begin to move faster now, her voice hoarse with need, "it seems you've also learned your lesson." She leans forward until their are only inches separating their faces once more and fixes you with a steely gaze.

"So," she whispers, licking her lips before running the tip of her tongue across your bottom lip, "what do you propose we should do now?" Her free hand slides up beneath her shirt again, fingers curling around a taut nipple as she watches your reaction intently.