I kneel before him, silently awaiting his commands. He stands before me, tall and commanding, his eyes piercing through me. The air in the room is thick with tension, a palpable desire emanating from him. I feel a flutter in my stomach, a mixture of fear and excitement, a heady combination that leaves me weak in the knees.
His voice is low and commanding as he speaks, his words sending shivers down my spine. “Kneel,” he commands, the word barely more than a whisper, yet it reverberates through me, settling deep in my core.
I obey without hesitation, lowering myself to the ground, my eyes never leaving his. He circles around me, inspecting me, his eyes roaming over my body, noting every curve and every line. He appears pleased with what he sees, and I feel a thrill of pride wash over me.
He stops in front of me, his hand reaching out to cup my chin, tilting my head up to face him. His eyes bore into mine, intense and unyielding, as though he is delving deep into my very soul. In this moment, I am his, body and mind, and I revel in the power he holds over me.
His fingers trail down my neck, coming to rest just above my collarbone. My breath hitches as he leans in close, his warm breath ghosting over my skin. I feel his lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “You belong to me, now and forever.”
I shiver at his words, overcome with a sense of submission and surrender. I am his, completely and utterly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He steps back, leaving me on my knees, aching for his touch. I hear the sound of his footsteps recede into the distance, the door to the room shutting with a soft click. I am left alone with my thoughts, lost in a sea of anticipation, waiting for him to return.
Minutes pass, though they feel like eternity, until I hear the door creak open once more. I look up, my heart racing, as he steps into the room, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
“Stand,” he commands, his voice commanding yet gentle, almost as though he is coaxing me to comply.
I rise to my feet, the sudden shift in position causing a thrill of dizziness to spread through me. He steps forward, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to his body. I feel the warmth of his skin against mine, his breath hot against my neck.
He presses his lips against mine, and I feel a surge of desire shoot through me. His kiss is commanding yet gentle, a mixture of passion and tenderness that leaves me breathless.
He breaks the kiss, stepping back once more, and I feel a rush of disappointment wash over me. But then, he begins to undress, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.
He sheds his shirt, his muscles rippling with every movement. I cannot help but stare, caught in the spell of his beauty. He reaches down to unbutton his pants, dropping them to the ground in a swift motion. He steps out of them, standing before me in nothing but his boxers.
I feel a flush of heat spread through me, my body aching for him. He reaches down, cupping my face in his hands, and I lean into his touch, savoring the feel of his skin against mine.
His lips meet mine once more, a fiery kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel his hand trail down my body, stopping at the hem of my shirt. With one swift motion, he pulls it over my head, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties.
He smirks, an expression of pure dominance, as though he is reveling in his power over me. “On your knees,” he commands, his voice low and seductive.
I bend down, lowering myself to the ground, and feel his hands on my shoulders, his weight settling over me. I feel his fingers trail down my spine, coming to rest at the clasp of my bra.
With practiced ease, he undoes the clasp, unhooking my bra. I feel the cool air against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He peels it away, tossing it to the side, and I feel his hands on my breasts, cupping them gently.
I let out a soft moan, pleasure spreading through me like wildfire. His touch is electric, igniting every nerve and every sense. His fingers trail down my stomach, coming to rest just above the waistband of my panties.
With an expert flick of his fingers, he pulls them away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him. He runs his hands over my thighs, his fingers trailing up and down, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
I feel him move behind me, his hands coming to rest on my hips. And then, without warning, he enters me, his body filling mine to the brim.
I gasp, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me like electric current. I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me, and I move with him, lost in a haze of lust and submission.
He quickens the pace, driving into me harder and harder, until I feel like I’m on the edge of the world. And then, with one final thrust, he sends me over the edge, pulling me into the abyss of pure ecstasy.
I am his, body and soul, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.