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As the night air settled in, Jasmine walked slowly along the city streets, her heels clicking rhythmically on the pavement. She pulled her coat tightly around her as the cool air brushed against her skin. She was on her way to her first meeting with a new Dom, an experience she had been craving for months. She turned up the collar of her coat as she approached the entrance of the club, taking a deep breath before entering.

As she stepped inside, the dim lighting of the club enveloped her. The sound of thumping music and the conversations of patrons filled her ears. She looked around, her eyes scanning the room, searching for her Dom. Her heart raced as she spotted him sitting at a table in the corner.

He was dressed in leather pants and a black shirt, his muscular arms exposed. His eyes were an intense blue, and they flickered with a dark fire as he watched her approach. Jasmine bit her lower lip, feeling an electric thrill course through her body as she met his gaze.

As she reached the table, he stood up, his hand held out in greeting. “Jasmine,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

She took his hand, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, and smiled nervously. “Likewise,” she replied softly.

He led her to a private room in the back of the club, where the sound of the music was dulled down to a soft hum. The room was dimly lit, with candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. In the center of the room stood a large bed, draped in black satin sheets.

He turned to her, his eyes probing her own. “Are you ready to submit?” he asked.

Jasmine nodded, her heart racing as she stepped forward, feeling his hands on her waist as he drew her close. His lips found hers, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping through her mouth. She moaned softly, feeling a rush of heat flow through her as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away, tugging at the belt of her coat and pulling it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His hands swept over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. He pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her naked flesh to his gaze.

Jasmine felt a shiver run down her spine as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, exposing her firm breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, making her gasp. He moved his mouth to the other, his tongue flicking over the nipple, sending a throbbing ache between her legs.

He stepped away from her, his fingers deftly unzipping his pants and sliding them down his hips. Jasmine’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his long, thick erection, glistening with pre-cum. He stepped forward, pressing it against her stomach, making her gasp.

He pushed her onto the bed, his hands taking firm control of her body. He bound her wrists with leather cuffs, attaching them to the bedpost, leaving her helpless, exposed.

Jasmine’s body trembled with anticipation as he removed his shirt, revealing the rock-hard muscles of his chest and stomach. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips, his hands roaming over her body, mapping her curves.

He leaned in, placing his lips on hers, teasing her with his kisses. He moved his mouth lower, trailing kisses along her neck, down to her breasts, sucking on them hungrily. His hands moved lower, slipping past her waistband, finding her clit, which was already slick with desire. He circled it with his finger, making her cry out with pleasure.

Jasmine moaned as he lowered his body to hers, every inch of his skin pressing against hers, his cock slipping inside her, stretching her tight pussy. He withdrew and pounded into her with a force that made her scream his name.

Their bodies were two halves made of the same lust. Jasmine had never experienced anything like it before, and she never wanted it to end. They continued, harder, faster, and wilder until they both exploded in ecstasy.

As they lay together, Jasmine could feel the softness of his leather pants against her skin. She felt him tighten his grip on her wrists, holding her captive, and felt an overwhelming sense of submission overwhelm her.

She closed her eyes, content in the knowledge that, for tonight, she was his to command, his to control, and his to use as he pleased.
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