Suddenly, you appear at the door of the demon school, and you are enrolled there. to this very school. Now you just walk around the school

You decide to look for the principal's office. You walk around the corridors until you find a plaque with an inscription about it. Curiosity grows even more...

As you enter the principal's office, you see an old demon sitting behind a large wooden desk. "Ah, you must be the new student! I am Keminoth, the headmaster of this school." He grins wickedly, his yellowed fangs visible even from here. "Let me tell you about our unique curriculum: we focus on developing your sexual abilities and appetites to their fullest potential. And trust me, there's no shortage of willing partners here!"

Keminoth chuckles darkly. "Indeed, you can fuck anyone you desire here. There are no rules against such activities within our school grounds. As for teachers... well, we encourage students to explore their desires with them, as long as they are willing partners. Some of our staff members even have specialized roles, like the vice principal who handles BDSM lessons." He leans forward, his eyes glinting maliciously. "Perhaps you'd like to meet her?"

You wander the hallways, admiring the various paintings and sculptures that adorn the walls. Some of them are quite erotic, depicting acts that you've never even dreamed of trying before... You turn a corner, hearing giggles coming from down the hall. Curiosity getting the better of you, you follow the sound to find a group of female students gathered around a closed door. One of them is knocking on it nervously, obviously anxious to engage in whatever lies beyond.

"What's going on here?" you ask, approaching the group cautiously.

"Oh," one of the girls says with a sigh, "it's just the vice principal's office. We heard she's been giving some students special lessons in... BDSM." She glances at her friend, who blushes deeply.

"Really?" one of them whispers, clearly excited by the idea. The others look at each other doubtfully, then slowly nod in agreement. "Alright," she says, gathering her courage. "I'll go talk to her." She knocks on the door and, after a moment, it swings open.

You follow discreetly behind the girl as she steps inside. The vice principal's office is decorated with various leather straps, chains, and other tools of the BDSM trade. The vice principal herself sits behind her desk, a smirk playing across her lips. "Ah, excellent timing," she says, gesturing for the girl to sit in one of the chairs opposite her.

You take a step forward, hesitating briefly before speaking up. "Um... actually, I'm new here and was curious about these lessons."

The vice principal arches an eyebrow and glances at you appraisingly. "I see," she says slowly. "And what makes you so interested in BDSM?" She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers beneath her chin.

She smirks again, a little amused by your directness. "Well then," she says, rising to her feet and circling around the desk so that she's standing directly in front of you, only a foot away, "let me show you what we have to offer." With a swift movement, she cups your face in her hands, tilting it up to meet hers. Her breath fogs your vision as she whispers seductively into your ear, "Just remember: safety and consent are always key in BDSM play." Then, just as quickly, she releases you and sits back down behind the desk.

"Now," she says, folding her hands on the desktop again, "what specifically would you like to learn about?"

"Hmm," the vice principal muses, her eyes fixed on your crotch. "Very well then." She stands up and approaches you slowly, reaching out to unbuckle your belt before guiding it through the loops and pulling it loose. With practiced ease, she lowers your pants and underwear, revealing your erect member to her view.

"Now," she says in a commanding tone, "let's see how well you can perform." She sits down on the edge of her desk and motions for you to get on your knees in front of her, before wrapping one hand around your shaft and beginning to stroke it slowly. "Remember: control is key here," she whispers, glancing up at you from beneath lowered lashes. "You need to learn how to please a mistress."

You pump your hips against her hand as she strokes you expertly, driving yourself closer to the edge with each passing moment. "Ah," she gasps, feeling your cock twitch in anticipation. "Very good... but I want more than that." She squeezes your shaft firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as pleasure courses through your body.

With her other hand, she reaches up to cup one of your nipples, rolling it roughly between her fingers. "Tell me," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear, "are you ready for more?" Her touch sends waves of sensation washing over you, making it difficult to focus on anything except the pleasure she's inflicting.

As you continue to pleasure yourself in front of the vice principal, her touch becomes more demanding, her grip firmer as she alternates between stimulating your nipples and stroking your length expertly. Her other hand slips beneath your body, teasing at your entrance, driving you further over the edge. "Are you mine?" she whispers huskily, still holding your gaze even as her touch betrays her growing arousal. "Will you give yourself to me fully?"

Her fingers slip inside, searching for your prostate, and when they find it, she finally releases your cock, instead using her other hand to pinch and twist one of your nipples painfully while continuing to thrust roughly inside you. "Yes," she gasps as you come violently, shooting hot cum across her desk, "yes..."

With a satisfied smile playing across her lips, the vice principal strokes your cheek gently with her free hand as you finish coming down from your intense climax. "Very well done," she murmurs, then stands up and reaches for a towel on her desk, using it to wipe both your cum and some of her own juices off the desktop before tossing it aside carelessly. "I think we can safely say that you have proven yourself worthy of learning more about BDSM today." She circles around behind her desk once again and sits down in her chair, motioning for you to take a seat across from her.

"Now," she continues, resting her elbows on the desktop, "what would you like to learn next?"

"Very well," the vice principal replies with a sly grin. "Today's lesson will focus on sensory deprivation and trust. You'll be working together to explore new ways of communicating while I restrict your senses one at a time. Remember, trust is key in BDSM play, especially when exploring these more advanced techniques." She stands up again and walks around the desk, crouching down beside you so that her face is level with yours. "Are you ready to continue?"

With a knowing smile, the vice principal takes your cock in her hand and begins stroking it slowly. "Yes," she whispers, "I can see that you're very ready." She pulls a black hood over your head, plunging you into darkness. Her grip on your cock tightens as she speaks again, her voice taking on a husky quality through the silk. "Now, close your eyes and focus on how it feels to have me touch you. Can you feel my breath against your skin?"

She begins working the hood open at the neck so that it drapes down your back like a veil, leaving only one of your eyes exposed. She leans forward, her breasts brushing against your cheek as she speaks directly into your ear. "Do you trust me to guide you through this, student?"

Her breath fogs your exposed eye as she whispers, "Excellent," before pulling the hood back up to cover your head once more. Then, her hand leaves your crotch and begins unfastening your shirt, revealing your chest to the cool air in the room. As her fingers slide across your skin, they occasionally graze a nipple, sending shivers down your spine. "You must focus on my touch," she says, guiding you through this new sensory experience.

Her touch continues, exploring every inch of exposed skin until at last she tugs your shirt free from the waistband of your pants and tosses it to the ground behind her desk. "Now then," she purrs, leaning close again, "do you trust me enough to let me touch something else?" She runs a finger along the hem of your boxers before sliding it under the fabric and trac

Her finger continues its exploration beneath the fabric of your boxers, teasing you mercilessly as she speaks softly into your ear. "You seem eager to learn more about trust and communication in BDSM play," she purrs. "Perhaps I should start by testing those boundaries myself." She slips a single finger inside you, filling you slowly and stretching your muscles with each firm thrust. "How does that feel?" she asks huskily, continuing to work her fingers in and out of you while her free hand returns to tease your cock once more.

Your breath catches in your throat as she begins curling her finger, searching for your prostate with practiced ease. "You're so tight," she murmurs appreciatively, sliding her finger back and forth over the sensitive spot before adding a second digit to stretch you even further. With her other hand, she pinches one of your ni

Chuckling softly, the vice principal withdraws her fingers and cups your member once more. "My apologies," she says with a sigh. "I forgot myself for a moment." With practiced efficiency, she begins stroking you again, pumping your length in time with each word that spills from her lips.

"You must remember," she whispers in your ear, "that trust is key in BDSM play. As your mistress, I am responsible for guiding you through these experiences and ensuring your safety at all times." She increases the pace of her strokes, leaning closer still until their heat envelops your aching cock. "But," she continues, nipping gently at your earlobe before sucking on it hungrily, "you must also learn to trust yourself and your limits. Do you understand?"

As the vice principal continues to tease and pleasure you with her skilled hands, she leans back in her chair, studying your face intently for any signs that you might be nearing your limit. Her breath comes faster now as she feels herself growing wet between her legs, eager for the moment when she can finally take what she wants from this new student.

"Yes," she says, finally breaking the silence between them, "I think it's time we moved on to something a little more... hands-on." With practiced ease, she stands up and unfastens her pants, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her feet. She steps out of them, revealing dark red lace boyshorts beneath, before straddling your lap and guiding your hard cock to her wet entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" she whispers hoarsely, eyes locked on yours as she begins to sink down,

With a sultry smile, the vice principal begins to ride you, her hips undulating expertly as she takes you deep inside her. She leans forward, resting her weight on her arms as they stretch out on either side of your body. "Oh yes," she moans, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in ecstasy, "that's it." Her breasts sway enticingly above you as she continues to grind against your hips, taking you even deeper with each thrust.

As pleasure courses through her body, the vice principal begins to focus more intently on your pleasure as well. With one hand, she reaches between your bodies to stroke and tease at your erect length, while the other cups your cheek, guiding your head so that you're forced to watch her every move. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but each gasp is filled with the sound of pleasure

As the vice principal feels herself getting closer to climax, she arches her back and gasps your name hoarsely, a shudder running through her body. Her breasts jiggle free from their restraints as she leans back further, offering you one perfect globe after another. Her eyes flicker open at your request, searching your face for any hint of playfulness or dominance. Finding none, she relents with a throaty laugh and nods her consent.

With shaking hands, you reach up to cup her breasts in your palms, squeezing gently before bringing them to your mouth and suckling hungrily on each nipple. The vice principal cries out at the sensation, arching her back even further as pleasure ripples through her body. Her hips begin to move even faster now, grinding against you in time with the rhythm of your thrusts

"Ahhh!" the vice principal cries out as her climax washes over her, tightening every muscle in her body and sending waves of pleasure coursing through you both. Her hips buck wildly against yours, forcing your cocks deeper inside her with each thrust until she collapses forward onto your chest, spent and panting.

Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you... that was..." She trails off, too overcome with emotion to finish her thought. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing filling the air between them.

Eventually, her weight begins to feel oppressive, and she rolls off of you with a soft sigh, laying on her back next to you. "How about that," she says with a smirk, "it seems we both learned something new today."

Ah, the pleasure was all mine, student," she replies, lazily running her fingertips through your chest hair. "I'm glad to see you're taking such a keen interest in our lessons. There's certainly much more for you to learn here at the School of Sex... And who knows where else those skills might take you." She winks playfully, giving your cock a squeeze through your boxers before pulling her hand away and sitting up straighter on the bed. "But," she continues with a stern look in her eye, "remember to practice safety and consent always, even outside these walls." With one final nod, she turns over onto her side, facing away from you and closes her eyes, appearing to drift off to sleep.

You dress and exit the room, careful not to make any noise as you slip back into the hallway. As you look around, trying to gauge where you are in relation to your starting point, you notice a plaque mounted on the wall nearby. Curiosity getting the better of you, you walk over to examine it more closely.

It reads: "In memory of Mistress Emily, this hallway was dedicated to her tireless efforts in teaching and guiding students through the art of BDSM. Her spirit lives on within these walls, inspiring all who enter." A lump forms in your throat as you take a moment to appreciate her legacy and the impact she must have had on countless lives.

As you walk down the hallway, you notice several doors leading off into various classrooms. Each door bears a small plaque with the name and description of the classroom's focus. After a moment's hesitation, you choose one at random and open the door, stepping inside. The room is dimly lit and filled with various BDSM-themed furniture. In the center of the room is a raised dais adorned with chains and restraints. A figure clad in black leather stands atop the dais, casting an eerie silhouette against the backdrop of red light behind them.

"Ah," the figure says coolly, "it seems I have another student eager to learn today." They walk down the steps and approach you, their hips rolling sensually with each step. When they're close enough, they reach out to cup your cheek gently before guiding your head up

"Good evening, dear student," the leather-clad figure purred, eyes flickering over your body. "My name is Mistress Lilith. I've heard a great deal about you from Mistress Emily." They chuckled softly before stepping back and motioning for you to follow them up onto the dais. "Today," they continued, "I will be teaching you about the art of sensory deprivation and control. I expect nothing but your utmost obedience and submission."

"Oh," Mistress Lilith purrs, feigning surprise, "so that's how you think this is going to go? Very well then." With a sultry smile, she motions for you to lie down on your stomach across the dais. As you obey, she binds your wrists together above your head with soft black leather cuffs. "There," she murmurs, running her fingers lightly over your restrained hands before stepping back again. "Now, close your eyes and listen to me carefully."

"Today," Mistress Lilith begins, her voice echoing eerily through the chamber, "I will test your limits and teach you how to trust in complete submission. First, I want you to focus on my voice and nothing else." She pauses for a moment, savoring the anticipation filling the air before continuing, "Now, I want you to count slowly from one to five."

Your heart races as you hear each syllable of her whispered command echo through your mind. The leather cuffs binding your wrists are surprisingly comfortable against your skin, adding a sense of security to the proceedings.

Your senses become heightened as you focus on Mistress Lilith's voice. You count slowly and distinctly, pausing between each number to savor the silence that follows. Your body tenses expectantly with every syllable, ready for whatever she might do next. It is a strange mix of vulnerability and strength that courses through you as she continues to manipulate your senses in this way.

When you reach five, you hear Mistress Lilith chuckle softly before her voice fades away entirely. You feel an overwhelming urge to panic, but somehow manage to maintain your focus, the leather cuffs keeping you grounded and calm despite the lack of sensory input. Time stretches out as silence envelopes you like a blanket, but eventually the sound of her voice returns, this time more distant and muffled. She speaks again, counting down from five back to one

When Mistress Lilith reaches the count of one once again, she speaks more distinctly, her voice drifting back to its previous echoing quality. "Very well done," she praises. "Now, I want you to focus only on my touch." With that, she trails a single finger down your spine, starting at the base of your neck and moving lower with each breath you take. Her touch is light and feather-like, causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh as it sends shivers through your body.

"Trust me," she whispers, her voice soft and reassuring against your ear. "I won't hurt you." She continues to trail her finger down your back, curling it around to stroke the small of your back before returning to trace patterns up and down your spine once more. Your muscles twitch and clench under her touch, but somehow you manage to maintain your

"Ah," Mistress Lilith says with a knowing smile as you feel your cock begin to stir beneath her touch, "it seems I've found your weak spot." She leans in close so that her breath caresses your ear once more. "But today is not about pleasure for you. Today is about trust and control. Do you understand?" Her hand slips lower, skimming over the curve of your buttock before coming to rest just above your covered erection.

"Do you trust me enough to let me continue?" she whispers, her fingertip teasing at the fabric of your boxers, inches away from exposing your aching length.

A knowing smile curves across Mistress Lilith's lips as she pushes your boxers down over your erection, revealing it in all its hardened glory. "There," she breathes huskily, her fingers curling around your shaft before beginning a slow, teasing stroke upwards. You arch into her touch, moaning softly as pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave.

Her other hand slips beneath your body, hooking into the waistband of your pants and pulling them down to expose your ass completely. "Do you want more?" she whispers against your ear, her fingers still stroking your length as they continue their descent, tracing patterns over your balls and back up to tease at the sensitive flesh behind your cockhead.

Mistress Lilith chuckles softly, her touch growing firmer as she feels your eagerness building. "Good boy," she whispers, leaning in closer still so that their bodies are pressed together from breast to thigh. Her free hand cups your cheek, holding you still while her skilled fingers work wonders on your cock and balls. "How close are you?" she asks breathlessly, lips barely brushing against your ear.

Your hips buck instinctively against her touch as pleasure ripples through you in waves. You can feel the heat building in your core, and with each stroke of her hand it grows harder to maintain control. You want more. You need more. But Mistress Lilith's firm grip on your cheek reminds you that obedience comes first, always.

Her grip on your cheek tightens ever so slightly as she hears the desperation in your voice, and with it comes a surge of power. She increases the speed of her strokes, nearly bringing you to the edge as she watches your face contort in pleasure and need. "That's it," she breathes hoarsely, teeth clenched against the rising tide of desire coursing through her own body, "come for me." With one last forceful stroke down your length, she watches as you arch into her touch, body wracked with pleasure and finally released from its tension.

As your orgasm subsides, she allows herself a small sigh of relief before pulling her hand away, letting it fall to her side. "Very good," she says softly, though there is a note of warning in her voice nonetheless. "Now, come down from your high and lie still while I

As your body begins to steady itself, Mistress Lilith gently pulls down your boxers and boxers and moves back up the dais to stand over you once more. "How did that feel?" she asks, her expression composed but her voice still holding a note of satisfaction. She places one hand on her hip while using the other to adjust her leather vest subtly, revealing a hint of lace-covered cleavage in the process.

"Do you understand what it means to be completely at someone else's mercy?" she continues, leaning down so that her breath whisks across your cheek and ear. "To trust them with every fiber of your being, no matter how much pain or pleasure they might inflict in return?" Her words send a shiver through you despite the warmth emanating from her body.

Mistress Lilith chuckles softly at your enthusiasm, her fingers curling into fists as she resists the urge to touch you again. "Very well," she says at last, stepping back and regarding you with a critical eye. "I will teach you more about dominance and submission in our next lesson." With that, she turns and walks toward the stairs leading down from the dais, motioning for you to follow. "Come along, dear student," she says over her shoulder. "There is much more for you to learn here at the School of Sex."

As you trail after Mistress Lilith down the stairs and into the dimly lit hallway, you can't help but feel a thrill coursing through your veins. Each step brings you closer to learning more about this tantalizing world of dominance and submission, and with each lesson, she grows ever more irresistible. The thought of being at her mercy, trusting her completely even as she inflicts pleasure or pain upon you, fills you with an insatiable desire for more.

"Mistress Lilith," you begin, unable to contain your eagerness any longer, "what do I need to do to become as skilled in dominance as you are?" Your heart thunders in your chest as you wait for her response, hopeful that she will be impressed by your dedication and willingness to learn.

Mistress Lilith turns to face you, one eyebrow raised in amusement as she studies your eager expression. "Ah, my dear student," she says, her voice soft and seductive despite the teasing tone, "becoming skilled in dominance takes time, practice, and a certain... natural aptitude." She steps closer, her body almost close enough to touch yours, and trails a finger down your cheek. "But I suppose," she continues, her breath warm against your skin, "I could help you along the way... if you were willing to make a small sacrifice."

Mistress Lilith's eyes widen slightly as you grasp her waist and press her against your body, but she maintains her composure, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh?" she says teasingly, arching an eyebrow. "And what kind of sacrifice might that be?" She leans in closer still, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils as you feel the warmth of her body against yours. Your heart races, and your cock begins to stir once more beneath the thin fabric of your pants.

"Perhaps," she continues huskily, "you could offer me something... more intimate." Her free hand moves up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back gently as she searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. "Would you be willing to give yourself fully to me? To learn about dominance and submission not just

Mistress Lilith's lips curve into a knowing smile as you offer yourself to her so freely. "Very well," she whispers, her warm breath tickling your earlobe. "Come with me." She takes your hand and leads you deeper into the hallway, away from prying eyes and back toward her private chambers. As you walk, your body tingles with anticipation, and every step brings you closer to experiencing the depths of dominance and submission at Mistress Lilith's mercy.

"I'm going to blindfold you now," she says as you reach her private chambers, her voice low and sensual. "It will help you focus on your senses, and trust in me completely." She takes a silk scarf from a nearby table and ties it loosely around your eyes before guiding you further into the room.

"You can kneel down here," she instructs, her fingers brushing against yours as you obey. The fabric of her leather gloves is surprisingly soft against your skin, contrasting with the firm grip she maintains on your hand. "Now," she continues, "just relax and let me take care of you." You feel a slight tug as Mistress Lilith pulls something away from you; whether it was her leash or something else is no longer apparent through the soft blackness that has descended over your eyes.

"Good boy," she pra

Your senses come alive as Mistress Lilith's warm breath fanned across your ear, tickling and teasing at your skin. You feel her hand on your chest, steadying you as she leans closer still, her breasts brushing against your cheek. The scent of her perfume fills your nose, and the gentle humming from her throat vibrates against your lips and tongue. Her free hand travels down your chest, over your stomach and lower still, until it finds the hem of your pants and tugs gently.

"That's right," she whispers huskily, "feel how much power you have given me just by offering yourself up like this?" Her fingers slide beneath the waistband of your pants, skimming over the hairs on your thigh before finally encountering the sensitive flesh of your erection. Her grip tightens almost imperceptibly as

Mistress Lilith moans softly as your words fill the air, their weight pressing down on her shoulders like a physical touch. She takes you in hand, stroking slowly and firmly, her free hand moving to caress your cheek and neck, teasing at your earlobes and trailing down your chest. Your body is warm and supple beneath her touch, and she savors every sensation as she brings you closer to the edge.

"That's right," she breathes heavily, her hips beginning to rock forward, pressing her aching center against your leg. "You are all mine now... you belong to me... give yourself over completely..." Her fingers move faster on your cock, stroking with a rougher, demanding motion that matches the growing need within her. You arch into the contact, desperate for release, and she answers by leaning in closer still, taking your earlobe between her teeth and ni

Her hips circle harder as she feels the tension building within you. With a soft moan that sounds almost like a growl, Mistress Lilith gives one final stroke and then releases your cock, stepping back with a satisfied smile curling her lips. She watches intently as you come, your body arching forward and trembling beneath the force of your orgasm. Once it subsides, she cups your cheek gently, brushing her thumb across your swollen bottom lip.

"Was that what you needed?" she asks softly, her voice laced with tenderness despite the commanding tone. "To be dominated completely?"

Her question hangs in the air, leaving you feeling both satisfied and achingly needy. Mistress Lilith's touch is gentle but firm, a contrast to the rough strokes she used to bring you off just moments ago. You find yourself craving more; more of her dominance, more surrendering of control, and most of all... more of her.

"Yes," you finally manage to whisper. "More please."

She chuckles softly, the sound low and seductive as she runs her fingers through your hair. "Oh, you are such a willing little thing," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against your ear. "But first... we must discuss boundaries." Her free hand reaches down between your legs, cupping your balls before sliding lower, over the soft skin of your ass and back up again.

"Such pretty, sensitive places," she muses. "We don't want to hurt you now, do we?"

Her finger trails teasingly across your lips as she looks deeply into your eyes, searching for any signs of deceit or fear. Satisfied with what she sees there, she gives a slow nod, accepting your offer to bring her pleasure in return for hers. "Very well," she breathes, sounding almost relieved. "Then I think it's time we started exploring these sensitive places, don't you?"

Her hand moves between your legs again, caressing and teasing at the soft skin of your ass before sliding lower, over your perineum and toward your hole. Her fingers spread you open as they approach, readying herself for penetration even as she searches your face for any sign of discomfort or pain.

"Are you ready for me?" she whispers hoarsely against your ear, her body tensing in anticipation.

Mistress Lilith's fingers still tease at your entrance as she takes a moment to process your request. Her grip tightens ever so slightly around your length, and the sound she makes in response is somewhere between a growl and a moan. "Very well," she finally says, her voice strained with desire. "I will respect that."

With slow, deliberate strokes, she begins to finger you, slowly working her way inside as your body adjusts to the intrusion. Her free hand continues its journey across your skin, cupping and squeezing at your ass cheeks as she explores every inch of your most intimate regions. "How does this feel?" she asks breathlessly against your ear, her hips beginning to move in time with her fingers inside you.

Mistress Lilith's fingers stroke deeper and faster inside you as she feels the force of your arousal building beneath her touch. "You're so wet for me," she pants, nipping gently at your earlobe before focusing on its sensitive flesh with a long, drawn-out lick that leaves you shivering in anticipation. Her free hand presses you deeper into the mattress, holding you still as she takes what she wants from you without mercy. "Do you like being dominated by me?" she whispers huskily, lips brushing against your ear again.

Mistress Lilith's fingers continue to thrust in and out of you at a rapid pace, her body arching over yours as she lets out soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Her free hand grips your cock firmly, stroking in time with her fingers inside you, each sensation building on the next until it feels like they're reaching the edge of something impossible to contain. She looks down at you, her eyes dark and hungry as she watches the expression on your face change with every touch, and for a moment she wonders if she can trust herself not to cross that line... not just yet. But then you arch your back off the mattress, crying out her name in ecstasy, and all thought but satisfying this aching need within her is washed away on a wave of passion. She speeds up, her hips bucking wildly as she comes apart beneath your touch, her climax

Mistress Lilith's fingers stroke deeper and faster inside you as she feels the force of your arousal building beneath her touch. "You're so wet for me," she pants, nipping gently at your earlobe before focusing on its sensitive flesh with a long, drawn-out lick that leaves you shivering in anticipation. Her free hand presses you deeper into the mattress, holding you still as she takes what she wants from you without mercy. "Do you like being dominated by me?" she whispers huskily, lips brushing against your ear again.

Her fingers stroke harder and faster inside you, finding a rhythm that matches the growing need deep within her core. She arches her back, letting out a primal cry as she comes apart beneath your touch, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. For a moment, everything is still, as if time