His Dominance

I sink to my knees before him, a shiver of longing rippling through me, as he towers above, his obsidian eyes ablaze with unchecked desire and an assertive command.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice commanding. “You know what I want.”

I find myself speechless, my breath hitching as he pulls me closer. His hand finds a home in my hair, fingers curling and tugging with a firmness that tilts my head back, presenting the expanse of my neck to him. The warmth of his lips brushing against my skin sends shivers down my spine, his teeth grazing the tender flesh triggering an uncontrollable moan from deep within me. He is not just any man to me; he is my Sir, my Master, and I am his devoted submissive, always ready to fulfill his every whim.

“Take it in,” comes his command, a low growl resonating with authority. “Deep.”

Obediently, I part my lips and welcome him in. The sensation of him pushing forward leaves me breathless as I envelope him completely. A soft moan escapes me as he fills my mouth – a muffled sound drowned by his presence. My tongue dances around him under his guidance, swirling and sucking rhythmically as he continues to direct our dance with a steady hand on the back of my head.

He is the one in control, always, and I revel in the submission, in the pleasure of being dominated by him. My body responds to him, my hips rocking against the floor as I take him deeper, my mouth eager to please him, to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hand tightening in my hair as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and demanding. I feel his arousal growing, his dick pulsing in my mouth, and I know he is close.

I want him to cum, to release his pleasure into me, to show him how much I crave him, how much I desire to please him. And with a final thrust, he does, his body shuddering as he releases into my waiting mouth.

I swallow every drop, my lips still wrapped around him as he catches his breath. I wait for his next command, my body yearning for more, for him to use me in any way he desires.

He pulls out of my mouth, and I look up at him, my eyes filled with adoration and need. He smiles down at me, his hand gentle as he cups my cheek.

“You are such a good girl, baby,” he says, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction. “Now, let’s move to the bed.”

He helps me to my feet, and I follow him to the bedroom, my body tingling with anticipation for what is to come. He leads me to the edge of the bed, and I kneel before him, my hands resting on my thighs, my eyes on his.

He retrieves a delicate scarf from the nearby drawer, and I feel a pang of longing as he doesn’t drape it around my neck, an action that would have been a tangible symbol of our unique connection. But then, he gently wraps the scarf around my wrists, binding them together in a soft knot, and his intentions become clear to me.

He pushes me back onto the bed, my hands bound and my legs spread open for him. He stands between them, his hands running up my thighs, over my hips, and up my torso, until he is cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my already hardened nipples.

“You are so beautiful, baby girl,” he says, his voice soft and filled with admiration. “And all mine.”

I moan at his words, my body responding to his touch, my desire growing with every caress. He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss, and I melt against him, my body craving more.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, my chest, until he is suckling at my nipples, his teeth grazing over them, driving me wild with need. He moves lower, his tongue tracing patterns over my stomach, my hips, until he is between my legs, his breath hot against my core.

I arch my back, my hips lifting off the bed, inviting him to taste me, to devour me. And he does, his tongue delving into me, his lips sucking and nibbling on my most sensitive flesh.

I cry out, my hands pulling at the ties around my wrists, my body writhing under his expert touch. He knows exactly how to please me, how to make me lose control, and I give myself over to him completely, surrendering to the pleasure.

He brings me close to the edge, and then pulls back, denying me release. I whimper in frustration, but he just smiles at me, his eyes filled with a wicked gleam.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he says, his hand moving down to stroke my folds, his fingers sliding over my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through me. “I want to make you cum on my dick.”

He unties my wrists, and I obediently spread my legs wider, anticipation and need coursing through me. He positions himself between my legs, his dick rubbing against my wetness, teasing me.

And then he enters me, filling me completely, his body pressing against mine, his lips on mine, his hands on my hips as he rocks into me. I wrap my legs around him, my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as he takes me, claiming me as his own.

He sets a deep, steady rhythm, his dick sliding in and out of me, my body responding to each thrust, my pleasure building with every stroke. I am lost in the sensations, in the power he has over me, in the ecstasy of being his.

He leans down, his lips at my ear, his voice low and commanding. “Cum for me, baby girl. Let go and cum.”

And I do, my body shuddering with the force of my release, my cries muffled by his lips as he continues to move inside me, prolonging my pleasure. And then he follows, his own release washing over him, his body tensing as he spills himself inside me.

We collapse onto the bed, his body still joined with mine, his lips on mine, his hand gently stroking my hair. I am filled with a sense of contentment and belonging, knowing that I am his, and he is mine.

“My feelings for you run deep, Sir,” I murmur, the emotions welling within me like a tide, overwhelming in their intensity for this man who has ensnared not just my physical being but my very essence as well. “My sentiments mirror yours, baby girl,” he reciprocates, his voice resonating with warmth and dedication. It’s evident that this is merely the onset of our shared expedition; an exploration of the intricate power dynamics woven between us. A promise of rapture we are destined to experience as he asserts his dominance over me, and I yield to him willingly, eagerly—utterly consumed by him.