As soon as she walked into the room, she knew who was in charge. There was something about his presence that made her heart race, made her body come alive with a primal need she couldn’t explain. He didn’t say a word, but she could feel the command in his eyes, in the way he held himself.
She knew what he wanted. She knew what was expected of her. And she was ready to surrender.
He motioned for her to come closer, and she obeyed without hesitation. He was seated in a large leather chair, his legs spread wide, his hands resting on the armrests. She could see the bulge in his pants and felt a twitch of desire between her own thighs.
He looked her over, slowly, deliberately, taking in every inch of her body with his eyes. She couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time, she felt an overwhelming sense of anticipation.
He spoke, his voice low and commanding. “Strip.”
She didn’t waste any time. She started with her top, sliding it over her head, revealing her lacy bra. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. She unclasped her bra next, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her breasts to his gaze.
He nodded his approval, and she felt a sense of relief and pride. She moved on to her pants, watching as his eyes trailed down her body. She slipped them off, revealing her matching panties. She stood before him, completely exposed, completely vulnerable.
He stood up, towering over her. He traced his fingers over her body, starting at her neck and trailing down her stomach to her thighs. She shuddered under his touch, feeling wetness pool between her legs. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck.
“You belong to me,” he whispered. “Say it.”
“I belong to you,” she breathed.
He pushed her back onto the bed, his hand wrapping around her throat. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, her body vibrating with pleasure.
He pulled away, his eyes burning into hers. “You will do as I say. You will obey my every command. And you will submit to me completely.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her body on fire with need.
He positioned himself between her legs, his fingers trailing over her pussy. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, feeling him explore her depths. He added another finger, curling them up to hit her sweet spot. She moaned, her whole body shaking with pleasure.
He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss. But then she felt him position himself at her entrance, and she knew what was coming next.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her. She moaned, feeling every inch of him filling her completely. He started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
He leaned down to kiss her, his hand still wrapped around her throat. She felt her climax building, felt the pleasure building inside her like a tidal wave.
She came with a scream, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. He kept moving, his own climax building. He pumped into her a few more times before he came with a groan, spilling himself deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. They stayed like that for a few moments, coming down from the high of their ecstasy.
He finally rolled off of her, staring at her with a satisfied smile. “You did well,” he said, his voice full of approval.
She smiled back, feeling a sense of pride and fulfillment. She was his submissive, and she had surrendered to him completely. It was a feeling deeper than skin, a feeling of connection and trust that went beyond the physical. And it was something she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.