He obeys, eyes locked on mine, and I tug his trousers off, leaving him in straining boxer briefs. His cock outlines massive, a bead of pre-cum darkening the cotton.
Now, I rise, letting him devour me with his gaze as I shimmy my dress free. It puddles at my feet, revealing black lace that hugs my curves—bra pushing my breasts high, thong soaked through. His breath stutters, cock jerking visibly.
“You fancy yourself invincible,” I purr, climbing back, grinding my wet heat over his bulge. “The puppet-master.” My nails rake down his chest, circling his nipples until they harden. “But tonight, you’re mine to unravel.”
“Really?” He grits out, hips surging up.
I whisper in his ear, “You’ll scream it before I’m through.” Then I explore—mouth mapping his neck, sucking bruises that make him growl; hands teasing his abs, dipping under the waistband to stroke his velvety shaft. He bucks, pre-cum slicking my fingers.
“What—ah, fuck—” He chokes as I shove his boxers down, freeing his cock; thick, veined, curving proudly. I wrap my hand around the base, stroking slowly, thumb swirling the head.
“Obvious, isn’t it?” I meet his wild eyes. “I’m owning you.”
“This isn’t—” His words die in a guttural moan as I take him deep into my mouth, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. I suck him relentlessly, bobbing with filthy wet sounds, bringing him to thebrink—his thighs quaking, balls tightening—then pull off with a pop, denying him.
“Lea, goddamn it—” Ragged, desperate.
I crawl up, positioning my dripping pussy over his cock, hovering. “Now you taste denial. The ache of being toyed with.”
His eyes blaze, wrists straining the tie. “What do you crave from me?”
“Total capitulation.” I sink down, inch by torturous inch, his girth stretching me deliciously full. A shared groan rips free as I bottom out, clit grinding against his pelvis. “Like you extracted from me.”
I ride him slow, teasing—rolling my hips in circles that make his eyes roll back, jaw clenching. Pleasure coils tight in my belly, but I hold the reins, watching him fracture.
“Beg for it,” I demand, echoing him.
Silence. Defiance.
I still, clenching around him torturously. “Beg.”
Conflict wars in his eyes—ego clashing with need. Then, broken: “I want this. Want you. Fuck, Lea—ride me.”
Triumph surges, molten. I speed up, bouncing hard, as I pinch my nipples. His growls turn feral, hips slamming up to meet me.
“You don’t own everything,” I gasp, nails digging into his chest. “Not me.”
He snarls, snapping the tie free in a blur. Hands clamp my ass, fingers bruising as he thrusts deeper, savage. “Look at you,piccola—dripping, clenching like a vice. Your mind rebels, but this greedy cunt? It’s mine. I orchestrate your screams.”
His words ignite me, but I don’t yield, riding the edge. I crush his mouth in a bruising kiss—teeth clashing, tongues dueling. He fists my hair, angling me, while his thumb finds my clit, circling with wicked pressure.
“Shatter for me,” he commands, voice wrecked. “Give me your flood, your surrender.”
It’s a plea wrapped in an order, vulnerability cracking his facade. The orgasm explodes—white-hot, clenching waves milking him as I scream into his mouth.
He erupts seconds later, cock pulsing, flooding me with hot spurts, a raw bellow tearing from his chest—unguarded, exposed.
We slump, slick and spent, my head on his heaving chest. His arms encircle me, almost gently, thumbs stroking my back.
“What... the fuck... was that?” he rasps.
I trace his jaw, savoring the shift. “Lesson three.”
He laughs—deeply, surprised. “The curriculum?”
“Power ebbs and flows. Tonight, I seized it.”
His eyes gleam with fresh fire as he rolls us, caging me beneath. “Ambitious theory.” His cock, already stirring, nudges my thigh. “But class isn’t dismissed.”
