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In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with the musky scent of arousal. The seductive melody of sensual music filled the space as the flickering candles cast shadows over the two entwined bodies on the richly woven rugs. He towered over her, his huge frame casting a long shadow over her lithe, supple one. The man was a master – a Dom who knew this dance of dominance and desire like the back of his hand. And the woman before him…she was a eager pupil, begging for more.

His rough hands explored her curves, dancing over her soft skin, and making her gasp with pleasure. He took his time, savoring every second of her submission as he pushed her to new heights of ecstasy. She moaned, writhing beneath him, as he continued to weave his magic over her body. His lips trailed over her neck, and she shuddered with pleasure, unable to contain herself any longer.

The Dom chuckled as he watched her reaction, then leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You belong to me…” The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Yes, Master…”

With a smile, the Dom lifted her up, then carried her over to his bed, where he gently laid her down. He stood before her, his gaze focused and intense as he began to undress. Each movement was calculated, designed to tease and torment her until she was reduced to a puddle of desire.

The woman’s eyes never left him as he revealed his hard, muscular body, fully aroused and ready for her. She licked her lips, her body quivering with excitement as he made his way toward her.

With a flick of his wrist, he secured her wrists to the bedpost, then traced his fingers over the swell of her breasts. She moaned as he pinched her nipples, then leaned down to take them into his mouth. His tongue teased and tormented them until she screamed with pleasure, her hips bucking against him.

The Dom grinned, his erection growing as he watched her respond to his touch. He moved down her body, licking and nipping at her skin until he reached her center. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and he eagerly buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her most sensitive spot with abandon.

The woman thrashed beneath him, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. She was close, so close she could feel the intensity building inside of her. The Dom sensed it, too, and he pulled back, a devilish grin on his face.

“Not yet, my pet. I want you to beg for it…”

And beg she did. She writhed and squirmed, crying out as he teased and tormented her with his words. But the Dom was a patient man, and he continued to play with her until the tension was almost unbearable.

Finally, he relented, plunging himself deep inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she screamed with pleasure as he began to move, slow and steady at first, then faster and harder. He took her over and over, exploring every inch of her body until they were both spent, collapsing into a heap on the bed.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, the Dom turned to her and whispered, “You are mine, now and always.”

And though she knew it was true, the woman couldn’t help but whisper back, “Yes, Master…always.”
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