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As soon as I saw her in that leather corset and thigh-high boots, I knew I was in trouble. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her smoky eyes had that come-hither look that could make a man weak in the knees. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart, and stepped forward to greet her.

“Hello, beautiful,” I said, my voice low and husky.

She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Hello, yourself. You must be the lucky man I’m here to see.”

I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. “That would be me.”

She stepped closer, running her fingers over the leather of my jacket. “Mmm, I love a man in leather. It just makes me want to get a little wild.”

I felt a shiver run through me at her words, imagining all the methods we could get wild together. “Then let’s get started.”

Without another word, she took my hand and led me to a private room at the back of the club. Inside, the walls were lined with red velvet curtains and dimly lit with candles. A large bed dominated the room, covered in soft black leather.

She turned to face me, her eyes hot with desire. “Take off your jacket, and let me see all that leather.”

I did as she asked, slowly revealing the tight black leather pants and vest I wore underneath. Her eyes roamed over my body, taking in every inch of me. Then she stepped forward, tracing her fingers over the leather of my vest.

“This is so sexy. I just want to rip it off you and feel your skin against mine.”

I groaned at her words, feeling my desire rise to a new level. “Then do it.”

She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I will. But first, I want to see what you can do with that leather whip I see hanging on the wall.”

I followed her gaze to the whip, hanging from a hook on the wall. My heart raced with excitement as I reached out to take it down. As soon as I held it in my hand, I felt a rush of power. This was a tool of domination, of control. And I was about to use it on her.

She watched me intently as I flexed the whip, getting a feel for its weight. Then I stepped towards her, my eyes darkening with desire. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, the way she wanted to be taken, to be controlled.

With a flick of my wrist, I cracked the whip against the wall, making her jump with excitement. Then I stepped closer, the whip trailing behind me.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked, my voice low and commanding.

She nodded, her eyes gleaming with lust. “I’m ready. Show me what you’ve got.”

With a quick flick of my wrist, I cracked the whip against the floor, making her gasp. Then I trailed it over her body, letting the leather caress her skin. She shivered with excitement, watching me with wide eyes.

“Please,” she moaned. “Do it harder.”

I grinned, feeling a rush of power. I knew I could make her feel things she’d never felt before. So I cracked the whip again, this time letting it trail over her breasts. She gasped as the leather brushed against her nipples, sending a rush of pleasure through her body.

“Again,” she begged. “Do it again.”

So I did. And again. And again. Each time, the whip struck her with more force, until she was moaning and writhing beneath me. I felt a surge of desire, watching her give herself over to me so completely.

Finally, I put the whip down and stepped closer, taking her by the arms and holding her tightly. She looked up at me, her eyes cloudy with pleasure.

“I want you,” she whispered.

I knew what she meant. She wanted to be fucked, to be taken. And I was more than eager to oblige.

Without another word, I lifted her onto the bed, her leather corset creaking with the movement. I could smell the leather, feel the softness of it under my fingers. It was intoxicating.

She spread her legs for me, letting me see the wetness between them. I groaned, feeling my own desire mounting. This was what I wanted, what I needed. To give in to the wildness of it all.

So I knelt between her legs, pulling her closer with my hands. And then I slipped inside her, feeling her tightness wrap around me like a warm embrace.

It was like nothing else, that feeling of being inside her. Of being lost in the moment, of surrendering to the power of pleasure. I moved against her with abandon, feeling her body respond to each of my thrusts. And when we finally came together, exploding in a rush of lust and desire, I knew that this was exactly where I was meant to be.

Laced in leather, and wrapped up in her arms. Nothing else mattered.
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