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Before even stepping inside the door, he could hear the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. The sound sent shivers down his spine, a rush of adrenaline flowing through his veins as he anticipated seeing her once again. He knew that as soon as he saw her, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the magnetic pull she had on him.

She stood in the middle of the room, wearing a red lace bralette that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she saw him.

He moved towards her, his leather boots making a distinctive sound as he approached. She was mesmerized, frozen in place as he approached her. When he was close enough, he cupped her chin and tilted her face up to meet his gaze.

His voice was low and commanding, “On your knees.”

Without hesitation, she sank down onto the floor, her knees resting on the soft rug. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, appreciating the way it felt against his skin. They locked eyes as he began to speak again.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of disapproval and desire, “and you know what happens to naughty girls in my domain.”

She nodded eagerly, fully aware of the consequences of her actions. They had discussed it at length during their first meeting, how he would act as her Dom, providing her with discipline and guidance as needed. The wondered of him punishing her sent a thrill through her body, settling low in her core.

He continued his assessment, “You’ve been flaunting yourself in public, dressing provocatively and attracting all kinds of unwanted attention. That behavior is unacceptable, and you know the punishment for breaking my rules.”

She kept her eyes locked on his, knowing that he was the only one who could see through her tough exterior and make her feel so vulnerable. He had the power to command her body, and more importantly, her soul.

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” he continued, “and I know just the perfect punishment for you.”

He grasped her hair tightly, pulling her up to her feet, and moved behind her, his hands on her hips. The feel of his leather gloves against her skin sent a shiver up her spine.

She stood patiently as he bent her over, her hands resting on the floor, her ass high in the air. He gave it a hard smack, watching as it jiggled under the force of his hand. She let out a whimper, a mix of pleasure and pain.

His hand came down again, and again, each time harder than the last. The sound echoed in the room, his breaths coming out in short gasps.

Finally, he stopped, his hands running over the smooth skin of her ass. It was red and warm to the touch, a testament to his disciplinary measures. She squirmed under his touch, wanting more but not daring to ask.

“You’ve been punished sufficiently,” he said, his voice low and husky, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

He moved around to face her, his hands cupping her face once again, his gaze penetrating hers. He leaned in, his mouth inches from hers, but he didn’t touch her. Instead, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

“Get on the bed,” he commanded.

She moved quickly, knowing that he wouldn’t tolerate any hesitation. She lay on the bed, her hands running over the silk sheets as she waited for his next move.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was everything he wanted in a sub, gorgeous, obedient, and willing to please him.

He walked slowly towards her, the sound of his boots making her heart race. He leaned down, his mouth brushing against her earlobe.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “do you understand that?”

She moaned and nodded, feeling her body come alive at his touch. She was his, completely and utterly, and she loved the feeling of being owned by him.

He trailed a finger down the center of her chest, his touch light and teasing. He knew how much she craved his touch, how much she needed him to take control.

He moved down, his hands cupping her breasts, his mouth on one nipple, teasing it with his tongue. She moaned again, feeling the telltale signs of arousal building up inside her.

He moved to the other nipple, his hands roaming over her body, his touch setting her on fire. She arched her back, wanting more, needing more.

He moved down, his tongue tracing over her stomach, making its way down to the place that needed him the most. He teased her with his tongue, drawing out the pleasure until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

She cried out as he finally took her, his mouth devouring her, his hands holding her down. She felt the waves of pleasure wash over her, each one stronger than the last, until she was in a world of her own, lost in the moment.

When he was done, he lay down beside her, his arm wrapping around her, holding her close. She felt safe and secure in his embrace, knowing that he would all the time be there for her, guiding her, teaching her, and loving her.

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. He smiled down at her, his eyes fierce and intense.

“You are mine,” he repeated, “and I will always take care of what is mine.”
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