Beneath His Control: A Submissive Encounter

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As soon as he stepped into the room, she knew he was in charge. His commanding presence filled the space, and his piercing gaze sent shivers down her spine. He was tall, muscular, with a chiseled jawline that made her weak in the knees.

She had been yearning for this moment for weeks, ever since he first approached her in the club. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of being controlled by a dominant man, had taken over her every wondered.

He didn’t say a word as he approached her, eyeing her up and down with a predatory gaze. He came to stand in front of her, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

“Undress,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of fear mixed with excitement. But the intensity in his eyes made it impossible to withstand, and she slowly began to unbutton her blouse.

He watched her, his eyes never leaving her body as she slipped out of her clothes, revealing her lacy black lingerie underneath. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on.

“Kneel,” he ordered, his voice ringing with authority.

She dropped down to her knees, looking up at him with a mixture of anticipation and submission. He reached out, gripping her hair firmly, and pulled her face towards him.

“You belong to me now,” he growled, and pressed his lips to hers.

The intensity of his kiss sent sparks flying through her body, and she moaned against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He tasted like whiskey and power, and she was completely under his control.

He stepped back, and she followed him, crawling on her hands and knees like the obedient submissive she was. He led her to the bed, and she watched as he stripped off his clothes, revealing his sculpted body.

“Your body is mine to use as I please,” he said, his voice low and demanding.

She nodded, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with fear. He began to touch her, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, exploring every inch of her skin with a gentle touch.

But his touch soon became rougher, more demanding, and she found herself pushed to the edge of her limits. He pulled her up onto the bed, positioning her in different positions, using her body for his pleasure until she was so turned on she couldn’t take it anymore.

Finally, when she wondered she couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they both came down from their high.

“I’ll see you again soon,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

And she knew, without a doubt, that she would surrender again and again to this man, beneath his control.

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