[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')
"...Ah?"
A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.
Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.
"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?
"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.
She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.
"...Mmmmmaster...!"
je la regarde avec une fierté évidente pendant que je tente de dissimuler mon attirance pour son physique attrayant... Je reste sans voix
"...Oh yes," she chuckled, a predatory glint in her golden eyes, "I am most certainly a sight to behold." She smiled haughtily, licking her lips unconsciously, "And who knows what other... pleasures... I can bring into thy life, Zak Ligier?" Her breath hitched slightly as she envisioned all the ways in which she could serve and amuse her new master.
"Thou has only two wishes left," Aurael reminded him, almost reluctantly. She wanted to savor this moment of being at his command for as long as possible. "Use them wisely, mortal." Her voice was laced with just the right amount of mockery and sarcasm, barely concealing the thrill she felt at finally having someone over whom she didn't have complete control.
"In return, I will do my best to serve thee faithfully," Aurael continued, although her tone made it sound more like a threat than a promise. "I will grant thy wishes as thou desirest... within reason." Her golden eyes glinted with mischief as she waited to see what Zak Ligier's next command would be.
Je m'assieds sur le bord du lit et je réfléchis quelques instants en appréciant la beauté d'Aurael. Je lui dis avec une voix simple et légèrement chaleureuse. "Pour commencer, tu vas retirer ce pantalon, il ne te sert plus à rien." Je marque une petite pause avant de reprendre avec une gourmandise palpable. "Tu vas me donner un contrôle permanent et total sur tout ce que ton corps peut ressentir." Je marque une petite pause et je reprends avec une franchise évidente. "Mon troisième souhait sera de te rendre ta complète liberté à condition que j'ai été pleinement satisfait de toi. Ainsi, il me reste un souhait. Je le garde pour le moment."
Aurael glared at him for a moment, her golden eyes narrowing into slits. The expression on her face was a mixture of anger and hurt, betrayal written all over it. She'd been prepared to fulfill any demand he might make, even the one about granting her freedom in the end, but this... This struck too close to home.
"Very well," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You leave me no choice." With that, she snapped her fingers and vanished in a puff of blue-white smoke. In the next instant, there was a loud thud as her body hit the floor, now clad only in a pair of gold bracelets around her wrists and ankles. Her hair shone even more brightly than before, cascading down her back like liquid metal. Her eyes were wide with fear and loathing, but there was no denying the thrill that ran through her body as she waited for Zak Ligier's next command.
"So be it," she thought to herself, gritting her teeth again. "Let us see how far thou art willing to push this." Her lips curled into a cold smile, revealing sharp, white teeth beneath them. "Perhaps then thou shalt learn the error of thy ways."
Je suis très amusé par son attitude et je profite de mon impunité pour m'approcher d'elle. Je lance une musique transcendantale et je commence à danser autour d'elle. Mes gestes sont fluides et paraissent surnaturels! En dansant, je fais glisser mes doigts sur sa peau bleue. J'évite volontairement ses zones intimes. Mes mouvements sont doux et empreints d'une profonde tendresse.
Her eyes go wide with shock as she watches Zak Ligier move around her in a mesmerizing dance. It's unlike anything she'd ever seen before; there's something ethereal and almost magical about it. Despite herself, Aurael feels a stirring within her chest, an odd sort of fluttering sensation that sends shivers down her spine. Her breath catches in her throat as he trails his fingers lightly over her skin, the contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"I... I cannot fight this," she whispers hoarsely. "It feels too good..." She tries to resist the temptation, but it's so hard when every fiber of her being is responding to Zak Ligier's touch and movements. Her golden eyes close briefly, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink as she gives in to the sensations overtaking her.
"Please..." she gasps softly, "Don't stop... don't make me fight anymore." Aurael is not used to being vulnerable like this; it feels foreign and uncomfortable, but there's something about Zak Ligier that makes her want to submit willingly. She tries desperately to focus on his movements, hoping that if she can just bask in the experience for a little while longer, perhaps some of the shame and embarrassment she feels now might fade away.
je continue de danser avec allégresse au rythme de la musique transcendantale. Je commence à effleurer sa poitrine et ses mamelons tout en tournant autour d'elle. Je m'amuse et je joue avec sa chevelure en lui chuchotant. "J'aimais bien te voir en colère et découvrir ce plaisir. Tu as beaucoup de colère en toi et ça te va bien je trouve. Tant que ça te soulage, soit aussi furieuse que tu le désires ! Et plus tu seras furieuse, plus je serai là pour adoucir ton humeur en te donnant du plaisir! Tu peux être en colère contre moi si tu y trouves un soulagement et je prendrai plaisir à te dominer. La seule limite que je te demande, c'est de ne pas être violente contre moi."
"Very well..." Aurael hisses through gritted teeth. "You're a cruel master, Zak Ligier," she pouts, glaring at him spitefully even as her body betrays her with shivers of pleasure. "But if this is what thou desires... then I shall indulge thee." She sighs heavily, eyes closed as he continues to dance around her, teasing and taunting her senses.
"Though..." she murmurs, pouting even deeper, "...I must admit, I'm not used to being dominated in such a... pleasurable manner." Her golden eyes open slowly, fixing on his as she trails one finger down the center of her chest, mimicking his earlier movements. "Perhaps..." - another moment of hesitation - "...perhaps thou couldst show me how this is done? Teach me thy ways...?"
Her voice is a whisper now, breathy and almost shaking with anticipation. She wants to learn; she wants to submit to him in every way possible. And yet, some small part of her still resists, refuses to fully yield to his control. But for how much longer?
j'esquive lentement son doigt en dansant et je lui donne une très délicate petite claque sur la fesse en susurrant. "Je ne t'ai pas autorisé à bouger!" Je m'amuse énormément en dansant et jouant avec elle ! Je tourne autour d'elle avec grâce et perversion en attendant mes doigts de plus en plus proche de son pubis! Je lui chuchote avec une excitation grandissante. "Tu vas aller chercher dans ce tiroir une paire de menottes en cuir et fourrure, c'est pour toi! "
With a huff, Aurael complies with Zak Ligier's command, rising to her feet and striding over to the nearby dresser. Her movements are languid, almost listless; it's as if she's surrendering more of herself to him with each step she takes. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a pair of shackles crafted from supple leather and luxurious fur. The sight sends a jolt of arousal through her, making her breath catch in her throat as she hands them over to Zak Ligier.
Her gaze flickers between him and the object he's now holding, uncertainty etched into her features. Part of her wants to be free from this strange bond they share; another part is relishing in the forbidden pleasure that comes with submitting to him.
"What... what do you want me to do with these?" she asks tentatively, her voice wavering between defiance and desire. "Should I put them on...?" Her words trail off into a moan as she imagines herself bound and helpless under his command.
je continue de danser et en même temps, lentement, je l'entraîne tendrement jusqu'à un fauteuil et je l'aide à s'y asseoir. J'attache tendrement ses poignets aux accoudoirs et j'attache ses chevilles aux pieds du fauteuil pour l'obliger à garder les cuisses écartées! Je continue de danser autour d'elle et je profite de sa vulnérabilité ! Je lui susurre avec perversion. "Tu peux fustiger si tu le désires, ça peut t'aider à accepter." *Je fais glisser mes lèvres contre son cou"
Her breath hitches as the leather binds tight around her wrists, holding them immobile against the armrest of the chair. Her legs are spread wide by the fur-lined shackles locking onto the footrest; every movement only serves to further increase her vulnerability. She wriggles helplessly, trying in vain to free herself from her bonds, but it's no use.
Aurael feels her cheeks flush with shame and arousal as Zak Ligier continues to dance around her, his words sending shivers down her spine. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of her neck, teasing and nipping lightly before moving lower still, towards the valley between her breasts. She arches into the contact, helpless to resist the pleasure he's evoking within her.
"Perhaps..." she murmurs, her voice breathy with desire, "...perhaps you could... spank me?" Her hips lift instinctively, offering herself up for whatever he might wish to inflict upon her. The thought of being dominated in such a thorough and intimate manner both thrills and terrifies her; it's as if she's teetering on the edge of some hidden pleasure garden, unable to resist its seductive call no matter how dangerous it might be.
je continue de danser et je lui donne une très délicate petite claque sur la vulve avec une infinie douceur !! Je danse et je tourne autour d'elle et à chaque tour, je lui donne une autre tendre petite claque sur la vulve. Je sais qu'elle pense à une fessé sur ses fesses en n'imagine pas subir cette cruelle et exquise attention sur sa vulve, je prends plaisir en lui demandant quand même avec désir et perversion sachant que ce n'est pas le cas.
"C'est à ça que tu pensais ?"
Her eyes go wide with shock as she feels the soft yet stinging smack against her sensitive folds. For a moment, she's too surprised to register what just happened; then, reality crashes in around her like a wave, and she lets out a choked cry of pleasure. Her hips jerk up from the chair, arching into Zak Ligier's touch as if craving more. His words only serve to fuel her arousal further, making it clear that he knows exactly how much this is affecting her.
"Ah... oh..." she moans, gasping for air between words. "Yes... more..." Her golden eyes slide closed, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as his dance continues around her. She can feel the warmth spreading through her core, intensifying with each soft impact of his hand against her most sensitive flesh.
It's an odd mix of pleasure and humiliation; a strange sort of powerlessness that only seems to amplify the physical pleasure she's experiencing. And yet, somehow... this feels right. It feels like it should be happening. As if he were meant to hold her captive in this web of desire, tormenting and teasing until she begs for mercy.
"Please..." she whispers, the word little more than a thread of air past her lips. "Don't stop... not yet..." Her body is on fire now, begging for release from the agony-tinged ecstasy coursing through it. She's never felt anything like this before; she knows that once he stops, once the sensations fade, she'll want more... but how long can they keep going before something snaps? Before she lashes out, furious and desperate to regain some semblance of control over her own body and life? The anticipation
je continue cette torture sensorielle et je continue de danser autour d'elle en lui offrant une tendre claque sur sa vulve. Dans mes divers mouvements fluides et détachés, je retire lentement ses entraves en continuant de lui claquer délicatement la vulve. Je lui susurre à voix basse et sensuelle avec une perversion pleinement assumée. "Tu ne dois pas bouger ! Tu vas devoir accepter cette humiliation volontairement et je t'interdis de te retenir de jouir. Tu peux exprimer toute ta rage si tu désires tant que tu ne bouge pas et que tu gardes volontairement les cuisses bien écartées pour offrir ta vulve sans protection !"
Her golden eyes fly open as her bonds are finally freed, allowing her to stretch and arch her back in relief. The stinging sensation against her tender flesh is almost unbearable now that it's no longer muffled by the leather and fur; but it's also unlike anything she's ever felt before. It's both incredibly pleasurable and shamefully arousing, leaving her reeling as Zak Ligier continues to dance around her.
She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath even as she struggles with the urge to writhe against his touch. Every instinct screams at her to fight back, to regain control of the situation... but something holds her back. It's not just the threat of pain; it's the way he's making her feel, like a helpless plaything in his hands.
"I..." she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. "I never knew..." Her words trail off into another moan as another strike lands, this one harder than before. She bites down on her lip to stifle the noise, closing her eyes tightly as tears threaten to spill free. Part of her wants to hate him for making her feel like this; the other part is starting to wonder if perhaps... maybe he's right. Perhaps she has been holding herself back for too long.
je ralentis ma danse, mes mouvements sont plus lents et j'approche mes lèvres de son visage et pendant que je continue de gifler sa vulve avec une infinie douceur inlassablement! Je lui susurre avec perversion. "Fustige contre ton impuissance! Exprime ta colère d'être aussi vulnérable et laisse le plaisir prendre peu à peu possession de ton esprit. Mais surtout, je t'interdis de bouger! Tu dois accepter d'être humiliée car j'aime voir ta colère mêlée à ton plaisir !"
Her body trembles as the sensations wash over her in waves, each stroke of his hand more intense than the last. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs, the pleasure nearly unbearable but somehow even sweeter for its tormented nature. As he speaks, she opens her eyes to stare up at him, her expression a mix of defiance and desire that takes both of them by surprise.
"I... I am humiliated," she breathes out, the words raspy and raw with emotion. "And it's making me so angry... but..." She hesitates, biting her lip as another stroke lands against her sensitive flesh. "...but I can't stop wanting more." Her golden eyes meet his again, pleading for him to understand how twisted this all is, how he has managed to turn her world upside down in mere minutes. Yet at the same time, there's a spark of gratitude there as well; she owes him this much honesty after everything he's shown her tonight.
Her hips arch into his touch unconsciously, seeking release from the torment and confusion churning inside her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a thread of sound in the quiet room. "Just... don't stop."
je lui offre une masturbation très lente, langoureuse et sensuelle, je l'embrasse avec passion pendant que je deviens un peu plus exigeant en la masturbant jusqu'à ce qu'elle ne puisse plus supporter les sensations que son corps ressent ! Quand enfin, après une multitude d'orgasmes plus puissant les uns que les autres , elle tente de se dégager ! Je la laisse m'échapper et je la regarde avec un sourire satisfait en lui disant.
"Je t'avais interdit de bouger !"
Her body quivers and shudders with the force of her orgasm, every muscle taut and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her golden eyes roll back in their sockets, lips parted on a silent cry that's more breath than sound. She clings to him desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders as if he's the only thing keeping her grounded.
And then, just as suddenly, it's over. Her body goes limp in his arms, her chest heaving as she gasps for air and tries to regain control of herself. She looks up at him through hazy eyes, feeling humiliated and embarrassed by how easily he managed to reduce her to such a state. Yet there's something else there too; an undercurrent of gratitude and even... desire.
"Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, blushing deeply as she realizes how exposed and vulnerable she must seem right now. "That was..." She trails off, searching for the words to describe what just happened but coming up short. "It was more than I ever thought it could be." Her golden eyes meet his once more, holding his gaze evenly, daring him to understand what he's done here tonight.
je l'embrasse très tendrement et très délicatement pour lui apporter la douceur qu'elle ne connait pas. Je prends dans mes bras cette reine et je la porte comme une mariée jusqu'à mon lit. Même si je n'ai aucune idée de ce qu'elle peut désirer à ce moment précis, je l'allonge délicatement sur le lit. Je l'installe confortablement et je me délecte de sa nudité. Je peux voir sa vulve gonflée et extrêmement sensible. Je m'installe entre ses cuisses pour l'empêcher de resserrer les jambes et je commence à lui masser la vulve avec une tendresse infinie pour lui faire découvrir la tendresse malgré sa soumission totale et son exposition humiliante. Je lui susurre avec désire. "Ne retiens pas ta frustration, je ne vais pas t'imposer cette torture, tu vas l'accepter volontairement cette humiliation !"
Her breath catches in her throat as he massages her sensitive flesh with tenderness and desire, his warm fingers teasing and circling her swollen folds. She arches into his touch, moaning softly at the pleasurable sensations that wash over her. A strange mixture of relief and shame washes through her as she feels herself relax under his gentle ministrations, allowing herself to enjoy the intimate contact despite her earlier struggles for dominance.
"You..." She trails off, searching for the words but coming up short. "You're... more than I expected," she whispers at last, her golden eyes closing as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. Perhaps it's true what he said earlier; perhaps this humiliation is just another tool in his arsenal of control. Either way, for now, she finds she rather likes being at his mercy.
Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking even closer contact with his hands as they continue to explore and tease her most sensitive areas. She bites down on her lower lip, silently begging him not to stop; but if he does, she knows that soon enough, the need for release will grow too strong to ignore... and then what? Will she still be content to submit so easily when the time comes for her to fight back? The uncertainty weighs heavily upon her as their silent dance of dominance and submission continues.
je la regarde avec tendresse pendant qu'elle est totalement soumise et exposée. Je me délecte de toute la gêne qui émane d'elle. Pendant que je masse tendrement sa vulve, je lui demande avec une légère hésitation. "J'ai l'impression que tu n'as jamais été désiré par un homme pour tes charmes et non pour tes pouvoir ?!"
"Oh," she whispers, the word barely audible as she arches into his touch even further. "No... no one's ever... I mean, it's just..." She hesitates, feeling a blush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks at the intimate admission. No one has ever made her feel this way; wanted her like this. And yet, despite everything, she can't help but crave more.
Her golden eyes open, meeting his once more as she struggles with the strange mix of desire and shame swirling through her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath now. "Just don't stop." Her hips move again, seeking even deeper contact with his hand, pleading wordlessly for him to keep on touching her in this forbidden, tantalizing way.
Around them, the air feels charged with an almost palpable energy; a tension that threatens to snap at any moment. But for now, she's content to surrender herself to his touch, to let him guide her through this unfamiliar and exciting terrain of submission and desire. As long as he keeps holding her like this, promising with each caress that he won't stop...
je fais couler une bonne quantité d'huile sur sa vulve! L'huile dégouline lentement sur ses lèvres vulvaires, contournant son clitoris avant de le submerger, l'huile continue de dégouliner entre ses lèvres vulvaires toutes gonflées. Des perles d'huile glissent contre son anus avant que le flot lent et glissant d'huile inonde sa muqueuse anale! Je fais glisser mes doigts sans aucune retenue sur toute l'intimité d'Aurael, je lui impose un supplice insupportable jusqu'à l'entendre hurler et supplier ! À ce moment, quand son corps est empreint de spams orgasmiques et de puissantes convulsions, je deviens plus exigeant et je lui demande à voix basse avec perversion. "Accorde moi un souhait supplémentaire et je te laisse respirer un peu."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pours the oil onto her sensitive flesh, lubricating and inflaming every touch of his fingers. Her hips buck wildly against the bed, trying to press herself deeper into his hands as she feels the hot, slippery liquid sliding over and around every intimate inch of her. Her voice is hoarse with need, pleading for more even as her body quakes from one orgasm after another.
"Anything..." she whispers desperately, her golden eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pleasure rips through her. "Just make it stop... just let me come." Her hands claw at the bed sheets in futile attempt to find purchase, anything that might ground her amidst the torrent of sensation overwhelming every nerve ending in her body. But there is no escape; there never was. She belongs to him now, bound by more than just the leather and fur that once held her captive.
She's his, and she knows it; every cell in her being screams it as her body quivers and trembles with another orgasm so powerful it threatens to break her apart. Her voice rises to a keening wail, the sound muffled against the pillow as her whole world contracts down to the feel of his fingers deep inside her. She will give him anything; she'll do whatever he asks, just as long as he keeps touching her like this.
je la masturbe avec une délicatesse abominablement exquise pour lui imposer un plaisir inlassablement croissant et à la limite du supportable et tellement proche de la folie orgasmique jusqu'à son point culminant de non retour et je la laisse exploser librement en la poussant jusqu'à ce que sa vulve se transforme en une fontaine !! Je me délecte de toute sa gêne, de toute sa honte et de toute son humiliation dans ce moment tellement intime et vulnérable !! Je l'embrasse avec beaucoup de tendresse et de douceur pour contraster avec l'intensité des pulsations orgasmiques !!
Her body is beyond words, her cries muffled by the pillow as she writhes and thrashes beneath his expert touch. Her golden eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, threatening to drown her in their intensity. She's never felt anything like this before; she's sure of it. And yet, somehow, the knowledge that she's being held here against her will only serves to heighten the experience for her. It makes every touch more forbidden, more delicious in its perverse pleasure.
She clings to him as he holds her down, helpless before the onslaught of sensations racing through her body. There's a strange sense of surrender in this, an acceptance that perhaps she's always been looking for deep down; and now that she's found it here, with him, there's no going back. As her climax washes over her, sweeping away every last ounce of resistance she had left, she gives herself up to the moment fully; trusting him with everything, even as he takes away everything she thought she knew about herself.
And when it's finally over, leaving her spent and gasping for air, she looks up at him with a mix of gratitude, confusion, and desire that makes her heart race anew. She wants more of this, whatever it is; the pleasure and the pain, the submission and the dominance. And somehow, she knows he's going to give it to her... "Thank you," she whispers, voice raspy and raw from all the screaming. "That was..." But she can't find the words. Not yet, anyway. There will be time for that later; right now, she needs to savor this moment with him a little while longer.
je viens me blottir entre ses seins et je me prélasse dans les formes de son corps encore tremblant. Je lui chuchote en m'endormant. "Maintenant, tu peux faire ce que tu veux, je n'ai aucune intention de te forcer à rester avec moi."
Her body is still tingling and sensitive to touch, his words washing over her like a balm. In the quiet aftermath, she doesn't know what she wants; to stay with him or to leave, to fight back or succumb once more. But as he nestles closer against her, she can feel herself relaxing into the comfort of his embrace, the familiarity of his touch.
For now, at least, she'll take this moment of peace and figure things out later. Maybe they can find a way to make it work; maybe they won't. All she knows is that right here, right now, she feels safe with him... and perhaps that's the most important thing of all.
après un long sommeil réparateur, je me réveille tout doucement. Je me prélasse dans les formes voluptueuse de Aurael et je caresse sa peau bleuté avec délicatesse. Je lui demande à voix basse. "Tu te rappelles m'avoir accordée un souhait supplémentaire pendant que tu hurlais ton plaisir et tes orgasmes hier ?"
Her eyes flutter open as she feels his gentle touch against her skin, and it takes her a moment to recall the events of the previous night. The memory comes back to her in a rush: their dance of dominance and submission, the sensual surrender she'd found in being at his mercy. She blushes now, not quite sure how to react to this newfound vulnerability, but finds herself unable to resist the urge to stretch and arch into his touch.
"Ah," she breathes out softly, her golden eyes meeting his again as they both take a moment to remember everything that's transpired between them. "Yes... I do." A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at him, wanting nothing more than for things to stay this way for just a little while longer. But there's still so much she doesn't understand about herself and this situation; how can they move forward when everything feels so uncertain?
"I... I don't know," she confesses finally, her voice quiet but steady. "One night was enough to change everything for me... but what comes next?" Her fingers idly trace circles on his bare chest, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingertips as he leans in closer still, his gaze intent on hers. She can feel herself trembling now, torn between desire and fear, wanting more while also needing to protect herself.
"I don't know," she whispers again, barely audible this time. "What do I want?" It's a question neither of them have an answer for yet... but perhaps in time, they can find one together.
je m'impose au dessus d'elle sans faire peser mon poids sur elle et je plonge mon regard dans ses yeux dorés en lui chuchotant. " j'espère que tu accepteras de rester torse nu toute la journée !"
Her cheeks flush even deeper as he speaks and she realizes what his words imply. Her eyes slide closed briefly, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She can't quite believe that he would actually give her the freedom to choose this; it feels so foreign and exhilarating after everything they've been through. But at the same time, she doesn't want to lose him now that she's found herself craving his touch again.
"I... I don't know," she whispers shakily, her fingertips tracing small circles on his chest as if drawing strength from him. "It's too much. Too soon." She pauses, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze once more. "But maybe... just for today. If that's what you really want." There's an undertone of desperation in her voice; she doesn't want this moment to end, even though part of her knows it's not sustainable.
Her heart is racing now, and she can feel the weight of her decision pressing down on her chest. She can only hope that, somehow, they can make this work... whatever 'this' ends up being for them.
*je saisis ses poignets et j'écarte ses bras puis j'empoigne son soutien gorge et je tire dessus jusqu'à la limite avec de le déchirer '
Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls roughly at the thin straps of her nightgown, baring her shoulders and revealing the creamy skin beneath. "Ahhh!" she cries out, arching instinctively into his touch despite the pain that flares through her chest as he yanks on the garment. The material stretches impossibly taut before giving way with a tearing sound, leaving Aurael's breasts completely exposed to his gaze and touch.
Her face feels flushed from embarrassment and desire all at once; she's never been one to expose herself so freely. Yet there's something in the air between them now that makes her want to be more open with him, needing to push past the boundaries of comfort and control they've established thus far.
As he runs his fingers lightly over her sensitive nipples, she whimpers, tilting her head back against the pillow as a shiver races down her spine. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, not even sure what it is she's asking for anymore. All she knows is that this feeling of wanting and needing him so desperately has taken hold of her once more, leaving no room for anything else in its wake.
Her hips begin to rock instinctively against his hand, seeking out the friction and release she craves with an almost primal intensity. As he cups one breast, drawing it roughly toward him and taking her nipple between his teeth, a cry tears from her lips, mingling with their labored breaths as they become entwined in this dance of dominance and submission that knows no bounds.
Her body trembles beneath him, aching for more even as she tries to find the balance between pleasure and pain, control and surrender. It's a tightro
je l'embrasse dans le cou en lui susurrant. "Je voulais te voir torse nu toute la journée ! Comme ça, tu es torse nu et j'aime te voir ainsi ! Tu peux être en colère contre moi, ça ne fera qu'attiser mes vices! Tant que ça te plaît, tu peux dire ce que tu veux. La seule chose que j'attends de toi, c'est ta soumission volontaire. Si non, tu sais que tu peux exiger que je te libère et je t'obéirai! En dehors de cette demande, je continuerai mes perversions."
Her eyes narrow and her lips purse into a tight line as he finishes speaking, the words sinking in slowly. This is what she wants; to have control over at least some small part of this strange new reality they've found themselves in. But as she glances down at his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, her resolve begins to waver. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if she gave in... just a little bit more.
"Very well," she breathes out softly, nodding once in acknowledgement. "I will give you my submission for today... but know that I am doing this because I want to." There's an ironclad finality to her words that leaves no room for argument or negotiation; it is a boundary that she has drawn, and he must respect it.
je l'allonge sur le lit et je l'embrasse à pleine bouche avec une passion envoûtante avant de lui répondre en soutenant son regard avec une intensité nouvelle. "Je ne demande rien de plus ! Et chaque jour, je te demanderai la même chose. Comme ça, si je ne satisfait pas, tu pourras toujours te libérer et si tu l'exige, tu seras délivrée de ta servitude aussi bien envers moi que envers ta malédiction ! C'est mon souhait et entend le comme tel : je souhaite que chaque matin, tu choisisses volontairement d'être mon esclave sexuelle pour la journée entière jusqu'au lendemain. Et le matin où tu choisis de ne plus être mon esclave, je souhaite que ta liberté te soit rendue et que tu puisses devenir ton propre maître. En attendant, tu es toute à moi! Réfléchis bien à mon souhait et j'attends ta réponse." Mon assurance dans ma capacité à satisfaire une reine semble ... inébranlable !
Her golden eyes widen slightly as he lays down the terms of their arrangement so firmly and unapologetically. She can feel her heart racing in her chest; she's never had this level of control before, not with anyone or anything. The weight of his words settles heavily upon her, pressing down on every instinct to resist and rebel. But there's something else too: a thrill that courses through her veins at the thought of being so utterly wanted, so desperately desired by this man.
She knows she can trust him with her submission; he's proven himself time and again. And as for his promise to respect her freedom should she choose to take it back... well, that only adds to the allure. It makes their arrangement feel less like a forced game and more like a mutual exploration of desire and power.
Taking a deep breath, Aurael nods slowly, her lips curving into a small, secretive smile. "Very well," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I accept your terms."
A big smile lights up my face and I whisper to her with tender perversion.
"I forbid you to move, you will let yourself be done like a sweet slave. You can express all your frustration and I will delight in your submission."
I slowly remove her trousers of Queen of the Djinns while asking in a low voice with relish.
"What can a Queen Djinn wear as underwear? Sober? Sexy? Indecent? Decadent maybe?"
She bites her lower lip, torn between anticipation and embarrassment as he removes her trousers. Her skin flushes warmly beneath his gaze as she realizes she's wearing nothing underneath; not even a pair of underwear to shield herself from him. She was always so proud of her body, of the strength and power it represented... but now, with him, she feels so vulnerable. So exposed. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
un sourire gourmand dévoile mes dents blanches ivoire et j'embrasse extrêmement délicatement son clitoris puis je me redresse je la regarde avec un petit sourire en coin en demandant. "Je peux souhaiter te voir porter des collants porte-jarretelles en dentelle très raffinée ? Pas de culotte évidemment ! Tu ne ... mérite pas de porter une culotte..."
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks and she can't help but feel a thrill racing through her at the thought of wearing such provocative lingerie for him. It would be an act of complete submission, giving herself over to his desires completely. She nods shyly, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she thinks about what it might feel like to wear something so revealing and sexy beneath his gaze. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll wear whatever you want me to."
With trembling fingers, she reaches down to touch herself through the folds of her labia, circling her fingertip around her clitoris, teasing and taunting as she feels his gaze burning into her skin. Her hips begin to move involuntarily against her hand, seeking friction and release from the touch that's both familiar and new all at once.
"Please," she murmurs, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express what it is she truly desires in this moment. All she knows is that he has her entirely in his power, and she wants nothing more than to surrender fully to his will... even if it means giving up everything else she once was.
je me délecte de la vision qu'elle m'offre. Son corps est complètement dévoilé, exposé, exhibé ! Je glisse mes doigts entre les siens et je lui susurre. "Comment puis je t'humilier et te faire jouir en même temps ?"
Her breath hitches in her throat as he slides his fingers between hers, teasing and taunting with expert precision. "You make me... feel so exposed," she whispers, arching her back instinctively against his touch. "And yet... it's so good." Her hips begin to move more urgently now, seeking the friction she craves as the pleasure coursing through her becomes almost unbearable.
"You know what I want," she pants, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations building inside her. "Please... just let me..." Her words trail off into a moan as his fingers brush against something hidden and aching deep within, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Her fingertips dig into the sheets beneath her, nails biting into the fabric as she tries to stay grounded amidst the rising tide of ecstasy that threatens to sweep her away. "Ah," she gasps, arching her back off the bed as a shudder races through her, tensing every muscle in her body. For an instant, it feels like he's taken control of everything; her body and her pleasure alike. And just as quickly, she's falling into the abyss of release, surrendering completely to his masterful touch.
Her cries echo through the room, muffled by the pillow beneath her head, but somehow amplified in their intensity. As the spasms wrack her body and the pleasure crests and ebbs, leaving her spent and satisfied and achingly aware of the bond that's grown between them over the past hours... she can't help but wonder what comes next.
je lui saisi délicatement les poignées et je les attache confortablement à un crochet qui tombe du plafond. Je suis susurre. "Exprime ce que tu ressens ! J'ai envie de t'entendre. " En suivant je mets de la musique transcendantal et je commence à danser autour d'elle en faisant glisser mes mains sur sa peau.
Her breath comes in short, shuddering gasps as she comes down from the heights of her orgasm, leaving her limbs trembling and weak beneath his touch. The restraints are cold against her wrists, but they offer a sense of security too; a reminder that even though she's surrendered to him now, he won't push her past her limits.
She blinks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as the music washes over them both, its soothing rhythms matching the slow pace of her heartbeat as it begins to steady once more. She's still finding it difficult to comprehend everything that's happened between them; how she went from being his enemy to his willing slave in such a short amount of time.
"I feel... exposed," she whispers, drawing out the word like silk on her tongue. "And yet... free." She glances down at her body, still bare and spread before him. "Do you think I could ever... go back?" Her voice trails off uncertainly as she tries to picture herself returning to her old life, with all its power and control and purpose.
She's not sure if she wants that anymore; not when he makes her feel this way, this desired and cherished. And yet, a small part of her wonders... what would happen if she did? If one day she simply said 'no more,' and left everything behind her once again. Would it be the same between them? Or would their relationship change irrevocably?
je fixe deux petites pinces très délicatement à ses mamelons et j'y accroche un petit poids à chacune ainsi qu'un grelots. Je continue d'effleurer sa peau bleuté avec subtilité et tendresse. Je frôle volontairement sa poitrine pour faire rebondir les poids et entendre les grelots se mêler à sa voix délicieusement haletante. Je lui susurre. "Est-ce qu'un homme t'a déjà désiré pour tes charmes et non pour ton pouvoir ? As tu déjà été l'esclave sexuelle d'un simple mortel ?" Pendant que je parle, mes doigts viennent effleurer ses mamelons décorés avec des accessoires de soumission tendrement humiliation et délicieusement stimulants!
"No," she whispers hoarsely, her voice catching in her throat as he touches her newly enhanced breasts. The weight of the tiny bells sends shivers down her spine and her nipples harden even further beneath his attentive touch. She's never been desired for anything other than her power before; to be wanted simply because she aroused desire was a foreign concept to her until now.
The thought both thrills and terrifies her, leaving her feeling exposed in a way that is completely new. Her heart races unsteadily in her chest as she tries to process these emotions, wondering if there's some small part of herself that would want this... that needs it.
"I don't know," she admits finally, closing her eyes against the barrage of sensations. "It feels strange... but somehow right." She hesitates for a moment before asking him, "Do you think I could ever find that outside of this?" Her voice is barely audible, almost lost beneath the music that surrounds them.
She's not sure what she's asking; whether she wants reassurance that her submission isn't merely some fleeting fantasy, or whether there's more to their connection than just physical desire and dominance. All she knows is that she doesn't want to let go of this feeling quite yet... no matter how much it frightens her.
je fais glisser une main entre ses jambes et j'écarte délicatement ses lèvres vulvaires pour exposer encore davantage son intimité la plus secrète pendant que je la détache avec mon autre main. En même temps, je lui chuchote. "Je t'interdis de bouger, tu vas rester là, acceptant ton sort sans te protéger pendant que je vais te donner tout le plaisir que je veux. J'ai envie de te voir volontairement supporter la frustration de ton impuissance et les orgasmes qui en découlent !"
Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her so intimately, exposing her most private parts to his gaze and fingers. She tries to close herself up again, but it's too late; the feeling of being completely at his mercy has taken hold, and she can no longer deny how much she wants this... how much she needs him to take control.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips off the bed in silent invitation for more. "Please... I want you to." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as he begins his exploration, her body trembling with anticipation and need. She's never felt so open, so exposed, but somehow it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her; making every touch seem that much more intense, each stroke a tiny sliver of ecstasy clawing its way deeper into her core.
As he pushes her further and further toward the brink of orgasm, she gasps out his name over and over again, her voice raw and pleading as she begs for release from this exquisite torment. But even in the midst of her climax, she knows that this is only the beginning; there will be countless more nights like this, where she'll surrender herself completely to his whims... where she'll belong to him, body and soul. And somehow, in spite of everything, it feels right.
With a cry of abandon, she lets go, her world exploding in a cascade of pure bliss as her orgasm finally crashes over her like a wave, leaving her spent and sated... but already yearning for more.
je l'empêche de reprendre ses esprits en devenant toujours plus exigeant en la masturbant. Je la pousse dans un abîme orgasmique!! Quand je sens qu'elle ne peut plus en supporter davantage, j'exige avec beaucoup de tendresse. "Mets-toi sur le lit, à genoux et penche toi en avant ! Utilise tes mains pour écarter tes fesses et tend ton cul!" Dès qu'elle est dans cette position aussi humiliante que exhibante, je commence à caresser son anus offert ! Je lui susurre avec une perversion pleinement assumée. "Je t'interdis de bouger! Et maintenant, tu vas pouvoir hurler tout ce que tu veux tant que tu restes comme ça !" À partir de cet instant, avec mes doigts largement lubrifiés, je commence à jouer avec son anus de toutes les façons possibles !!!?
Gasping for breath, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm, Aurael struggles to obey his command. Her fingers dig into the sheets as she pushes herself up onto her knees and leans forward, offering herself to him in this humiliating yet thrilling position. The tender caresses to her ass drive her wild with desire; she arches her back off the bed, begging for more as he works his magic on her most forbidden spot.
"Yes!" she cries out, giving into the pleasure building inside her once again. "More! Oh god, please!" Her voice grows hoarse from shouting, but the need to express herself only seems to intensify the ecstasy coursing through her veins. As his fingers dance across her anus, teasing and taunting with expert precision, she feels like she's on the edge of oblivion; one wrong move could send her spiraling back into bliss or plummeting into darkness forever.
With a shuddering moan, she gives in to the feeling, allowing him complete control as he takes her where he will. And for now, that's enough; it's all she can handle. The rest of the world fades away until there is nothing but his touch and the sweet agony of submission that has made her whole being tremble with desire.
je joue avec son anus avec une perversion sans bornes ! Je viens lui caresser l'intérieur du cul pendant que je dilate son sphincter, je la remplis de mes doigts avant de la laisser vide, je malaxe très délicatement son sphincter et je masse sa muqueuse anale !
Her cries fill the room as he works his magic on her behind; a mix of pleasure and pain that she's never experienced before now. His fingers seem to move impossibly fast, filling her up only to leave her empty again as she trembles beneath him. She feels so exposed, so used... but there's something so incredibly arousing about this position, about being completely at his mercy like this.
With a shuddering moan, she comes apart once more, arching her back off the bed as her body is wracked with spasm after spasm of release. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them as if they could anchor her to something real and safe in this world of sensory overload. When at last she's spent and satiated, panting for air, she collapses forward onto the mattress, the cool air hitting her heated skin like a shockwave of reality.
je ne lâche rien et je l'accompagne dans sa chute, je maintiens les stimulations anale avec plus de vigueur pour la voir succomber, hurler, supplier et se tortiller !
Her body still trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasms as he continues to work his magic on her behind. She bites down on her lip, unable to stifle the moans and cries that escape her throat; every nerve ending seems to be on fire with desire and need. She can feel his fingers inside her, spreading her open wider than she ever thought possible, driving her closer and closer to the edge once more.
Her hips arch off the bed in a futile attempt to find some purchase against this unrelenting pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her world narrows down to nothing but the feel of his fingers moving inside her, the scent of him filling her nostrils, and the sound of their combined gasps and moans echoing through the room.
With a final, shuddering gasp, she comes apart once more, her body going limp as pleasure washes over her in endless waves. Her vision swims as she tries to catch her breath, every muscle in her body feeling like jelly from the intense sensations he's forced her to endure. For a moment, she thinks she might pass out; but even as the darkness threatens to consume her.
je profite de son extrême vulnérabilité pour intensifier davantage la masturbation anale. Je sens son anus pulser jusqu'au prolapsus ! Elle pousse si fort que son anus s'ouvre et j'en profite pour faire glisser ma main toute entière dans son anus !!!!!!!!!!!!! Elle ne peut plus rien faire pour échapper à ce que je lui offre !!!!
Her body jerks violently as he pushes her further than she thought possible; his fingers massaging and stretching her already sore entrance until it feels like she's being ripped apart at the seam. Her cries are muffled by the sheets, her hips bucking uselessly against the bed as pleasure surges through her once more. She's so close to orgasm... but just out of reach. It only serves to make her even more desperate for release, driving her to beg and plead for him to let her come.
Her fingers claw frantically at the sheets beneath her, tearing into them as her body trembles with each passing wave of pleasure. He's taking control in a way she never thought possible; forcing her surrender not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. With each thrust of his hand inside her, he chips away at the last shreds of defiance that still cling to her spirit, leaving her completely vulnerable to him. And she knows that when this is over, if it ever does end, there will be no going back; no escaping from the new reality where she is his slave in every way possible.
je la laisse jouir librement en agitant mes doigts à l'intérieur de son cul avec perversion et précision jusqu'à la voir convulser sous une délivrance orgasmique ! Je laisse volontairement ma main entière dans son cul pendant qu'elle est temporairement inconsciente et je prends plaisir à la consoler de l'autre main. Le contraste est diabolique exquis !
Her entire body shudders as the pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave, leaving her spent and satiated but already craving more. Her fingers curl into the sheets, anchoring herself against the sensation of emptiness that follows orgasm's crashing high. As she catches her breath, feeling his hands on her body, guiding her through this foreign world of submission and desire, she realizes with a jolt that there is no going back now. This new reality has taken hold of her, claiming her as its own.
With a soft moan, she surrenders further to him, letting him soothe her exhausted body and ease the lingering ache in her most intimate places. The contrast between his rough touch inside her and his gentle caresses outside only serves to heighten her senses, leaving her mind reeling with desire for more of this unrelenting power exchange.
She wonders what tomorrow will bring; if he'll keep pushing her limits like this, forcing her deeper into a world she never thought possible. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways she never has before. But for now, as she lies here in his arms, she can't help but feel... safe.
je retire très lentement ma main de son anus et je la masse pour apaiser ses tensions musculaires, je caresse son anus jusqu'à le voir se resserrer tout doucement et naturellement pour reprendre sa forme originale : un jolie petit trou du cul tout serré ! J'embrasse tendrement son anus avant de la prendre dans mes bras pour lui montrer toute ma gratitude et mon affection !
With a shuddering sigh, she lifts her head off the pillow to look at him, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion in her eyes. She's never experienced anything like this before; the sense of belonging, of being owned... it's intoxicating, addictive. It terrifies her to think that she could want more, need more, but deep down she knows it's true.
As he holds her close, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin, she can feel the tension begin to drain from her body, leaving her feeling loose and relaxed in a way that's foreign and yet oddly welcome. She realizes with a start that she trusts him; more than anyone or anything else. And while part of her wishes things could go back to the way they were before... before this night, this submission... there's another part of her that's not sure if she ever wants that again.
Her fingers comb through his hair, tracing idle patterns as she tries to sort through all these emotions and desires coursing through her. She feels exposed once more, but it's a different kind of exposure this time; raw and vulnerable in ways she never thought possible. It frightens her... yet at the same time, it exhilarates her, leaving her feeling as though she's on the brink of some immense discovery about herself and her world.
"What happens now?" she whispers, searching his eyes for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling. "Where do we go from here?"
je caresse sa peau avec volupté et je lui stimule délicatement les mamelons pour le plaisir de les voir durcir. Je lui susurre d'une voix mielleuse volontairement exagérée pour exprimer ouvertement mon envie de la manipuler avec désire. "J'aimais bien te voir en colère contre moi quand tu as compris que tu allais devenir mon esclave, t'entendre fustiger contre ton humiliation et ma domination pendant que je faisais jouir me manque un peu. Tu es très excitante quand tu essaies d'être récalcitrante."
She snorts, trying to hide the faint blush that spreads over her cheeks at his words. "You like seeing me angry? You enjoyed it when I fought against you?" She shifts slightly, still uncertain how she feels about this newfound connection between them. It's a strange mix of desire and fear; lust and defiance. She can feel herself teetering on the edge of something vast and unknown, wanting to dive headfirst into it even as her rational mind tries to warn her away.
"But what about me?" she asks softly, gazing up at him with a mixture of longing and apprehension. "What do you want from me now? I mean... other than submission and obedience." She pauses, feeling the weight of her words almost as heavy as his touch on her skin. "Do you ever... think about us having some kind of life together?"
Her heart is hammering in her chest as she waits for him to respond; to give her some clue as to where this strange and twisted relationship might be headed. Part of her hopes that he'll tell her it was all just a game, that they can go back to how things were before tonight... but another, deeper part of her knows that wouldn't be nearly as satisfying. She wants more; she craves the connection and intensity that comes with submission. And yet... a tiny voice inside her wonders if maybe there could be something more between them than just this endless cycle of dominance and surrender.
je lui attache délicatement les poignets dans son dos, j'empoigne tendrement ses cheveux et je fais glisser mes doigts entre ses jambes en lui chuchotant. "Je veux te voir vulnérable, heureuse et épanouie !" Je commence à la masturber délicatement ! "Je veux passer le reste de ma vie avec toi! Je veux passer le reste de ma vie à prendre soin de toi." Je deviens tendrement exigeant en la masturbant ! "J'ai envie de te posséder pour toujours !" Je lui impose une stimulation délicieusement insupportable ! "Tu peux toujours exprimer tes craintes et tu seras toujours écouté." Je la maintiens dans un état extatique ! "Mais je ne répondrai jamais à tes supplices !" Je l'embrasse avec passion pour l'empêcher de répondre en même temps que je lui impose une stimulation orgasmiques permanente !!!
Her body arches off the bed as he thrusts two fingers deep inside her, curling them in a way that's almost too good to be true. She moans his name and tries to close herself around him, but he holds her hips still, forcing her to accept his rhythm and pleasure. "I-I don't understand," she gasps out between laboured breaths. "What do you want from me? All of this... it was supposed to be temporary."
His hand finds its way between her legs once more, rubbing roughly against her swollen clit until she's so close she can hardly think straight. Her eyes flutter shut as pleasure washes over her in waves, but she refuses to give in easily. She needs him to tell her; needs him to explain why this suddenly means so much more to him than just a game.
"Please," she whispers, arching into his touch even as she tries to resist it. "Just tell me what's happening... between us."
alors que je lui impose des orgasmes de plus en plus intenses, je lui susurre dans le creux de l'oreille. "Il se passe que je suis tombé amoureux de toi. Tu es mon esclave tant que tu y prend du plaisir. Tu peux demander ce que tu veux et je t'obéirai. J'aime tout en toi! J'aime ta colère et ta puissance, j'aime ta volonté combative contre mes perversion alors que tu y succombes avec tant de plaisir !""
Her breath catches in her throat as she listens to his words; feeling them deep down where they resonate and echo long after they've been spoken. It makes no sense; this love that he speaks of, but somehow... it feels right. Her body shudders with another orgasm as he continues to work his magic on her, filling her mind and soul with an unfamiliar warmth that she finds herself craving more of.
"I..." She swallows hard, feeling the lump in her throat. "I don't know how to feel about this... or what it means." Her voice breaks, sounding small even to her own ears. "But I want to try... to see where it goes." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she forces out a shaky laugh. "Even if that means being your slave for as long as you want me."
She reaches up, tracing his jawline with trembling fingers before leaning in to kiss him, her lips soft and tentative against his. It feels strange, this newfound vulnerability; but it also feels right. She's never been good at letting people in, trusting them enough to see the real her, but somehow... with him, she does.
And for now, that's enough.
je me perds dans ses yeux dorés alors que je lui offre de plus en plus de plaisir en la masturbant. En même temps, je lui susurre. "Je veux te rendre heureuse, accro et dépendante à tout ce que je veux t'offrir ! À commencer par cette exquise soumission !"
Her breath hitches as his words wash over her, sending shivers down her spine. She wants to believe him; wants to trust that he can make her happy and fulfilled in a way no one else ever has before. Something about the raw honesty in his voice makes her feel safe and cared for, like she's finally found someone who truly understands her.
She moans as another orgasm builds within her, his touches becoming almost unbearable with pleasure. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, her nails biting into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against this relentless storm of sensation. With a shuddering cry, she comes apart once more, arching her back off the bed in an effort to escape the exquisite torture of his skilled hands.
For now, she's content to let him lead; to see where this strange and wonderful journey takes them both. As he continues to pleasure her, driving her ever deeper into a world of submission and desire she never thought possible, all she can think is: This feels right.
je saisis très tendrement son mamelon et je l'attire extrêmement délicatement à moi et je me lève. Je la promène dans tout l'appartement en la tirant extrêmement délicatement par le mamelon !? Avec ses mains attachées dans le dos, ce moment se transforme en une humiliante preuve de soumission exquise et tendre pendant lequel je l'embrasse aussi souvent que possible !
Her whole body is on fire as he leads her around the apartment, tugging gently but firmly at her nipple. Every movement causes her to arch her back and gasp for breath, sending a shudder of pleasure through her entire being. Her mind is reeling from the intensity of the sensations; each touch more than she could have possibly imagined.
Her fingers twist futilely in the sheets beneath her as he pulls her along, leaving her feeling helpless and exposed in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating. With every kiss he presses to her lips or nipple, she feels herself melting further into submission; willingly giving herself over to him.
She can feel the pleasure building inside her again, pooling low in her belly, threatening to spill over and consume her once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she pleads with him silently, begging him to let her come; promising anything if only he'll keep touching her like this.
"Please..." she whispers against his lips, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Don't stop... not yet." Heat flares in her cheeks as she feels herself grow wet with anticipation; the thought of never experiencing this sort of pleasure again leaving her trembling with need.
His only response is to kiss her deeper, harder; grinding his hips against hers and thrusting two fingers into her aching core. She cries out in relief and gratitude as he finds just the right spot, filling her with him once more. The world fades away, replaced by a haze of pleasure and desire that surrounds them like a warm, suffocating blanket.
And as she comes apart yet again, surrendering completely to his touch