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As soon as she entered the room, he felt her presence. She was wearing her submission like a second skin, eager herself to be bound and dominated by him. It was what he craved. What he needed.

He watched her curiously as she stripped slowly, taking her time to reveal only glimpses of pale, creamy skin. She knew what he wanted, and she teased him, drawing out the moment until he was almost mad with lust.

When she was finally naked before him, he gestured for her to come to him. She walked towards him, her gaze lowered, and her hands clasped in front of her. He studied her for a moment, taking in the beauty of her body, the jut of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the muscular thighs that hinted at strength and a fierce will.

Then he stepped forward, taking her wrists in his hands and pulling her close. She gasped at the sudden movement, but he enveloped her in his arms, crushing her body against his and kissing her deeply. Her mouth opened readily to his, and they kissed hungrily, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.

As they broke aside, he moved back to survey her, running his hands over her bare skin. She shivered under his touch, and he smirked, before taking her hands and securing them behind her back with a pair of handcuffs.

She gasped at the sudden restraint, but a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. She was his, bound and helpless, and she knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. His hands moved to her breasts, wrapping around them and pressing gently, brushing his thumbs over her nipples.

She moaned low in her throat, the sound spurring him on as he worked her body, testing her reactions and gauging her willingness to submit and please him.

Soon he had her on her knees, his cock in her mouth as she sucked on it eagerly, taking him deep, her lips and tongue working in perfect unison to bring him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

He yanked her back up to her feet, and she stumbled slightly, dazed by the sudden change. He shoved her towards the bed, forcing her legs aside and stroking her pussy with a rough hand. She cried out, the sensations so intense that she felt like she was burning, and she begged him for release, for mercy.

But he only chuckled darkly, before sliding his fingers deep inside her and making her come aside at the seams, her body bucking wildly under his touch.

Finally, he pulled back, and she collapsed onto the bed, trembling and spent. He loomed above her, a dark figure in the dimly lit room, soaking in the pleasure of having broken her, of having claimed her, of having bound her to him forever.

And as he surveyed her, he knew that this was only the beginning. He wanted her more than anything, to dominate her, to make her his slave. He would push her to the limits of her endurance, and she would submit willingly to his every whim.

For he was bound to her, and she to him. A dominant and his submissive. A master and his slave. And together they would push the boundaries of pleasure until they could go no further, until they reached the very depths of ecstasy that only true submission and domination can bring.
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