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She sat in front of her vanity mirror, carefully applying the deep ruby lipstick she had chosen for the evening. Her long, black hair was swept up into an elegant bun, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. As she finished her makeup, she cast a critical eye over her outfit, making sure that everything was perfect.

Tonight was a special night. She was meeting her Dom for a secret encounter, one that would fulfill all of her darkest and most forbidden desires. She had been fantasizing about it for weeks, imagining how he would take her, his hands on her body, his voice murmuring commands in her ear.

She had chosen her outfit carefully, knowing that he would appreciate the way the black leather hugged her curves. She had paired it with a sheer lace top, the delicate fabric barely concealing her breasts underneath. It was a perfect combination of tough and soft, leather and lace.

She heard a knock at the door and her heart leapt in her chest. It was him. She hurried to answer, nervous but excited at the same time. When she opened the door, she saw him standing there, tall and commanding in his black suit. He smiled at her and she felt a shiver run through her body.

“Come in,” she said, leading him to the living room. “Would you like a drink?”

“I think we’ll skip the pleasantries,” he said smoothly. “I want to take you.”

Her heart raced as she felt his hand on her arm, pulling her towards him. They locked eyes, his piercing gaze sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

He led her to the bedroom, where he instructed her to undress. She did as he asked, feeling exposed and vulnerable as she stripped off her clothes. He watched her with a dark intensity in his eyes, his gaze raking over her body.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “But I think we can make you even more so.”

He reached into his bag of toys, pulling out a collar and leading her over to the bed. He fastened the collar around her neck, the cool leather sending a thrill through her body.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered, and she obeyed. She could feel his hand on the small of her back, guiding her into position. She knew what was coming next, and she was both excited and terrified by the wondered.

CRACK!

The first strike landed across her ass, sending a searing pain through her body. She gasped, her hands balling into fists as she tried to brace herself. But then came another strike, and another, each one harder than the last. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but she refused to safeword. She wanted this. She needed this.

Eventually, he stopped, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting and shaking. But he wasn’t done yet. He straddled her, his hands on her hips as he entered her. She cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure as he took her roughly. He pounded into her, his thrusts hard and fast, until she was screaming with pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay together, his arms wrapped around her as she drifted off to sleep. It had been everything she had hoped for, and more. She knew that she would all the time crave the rough touch of a Dom, the leather and lace that reminded her of her true self. She closed her eyes, smiling contentedly as she drifted off to sleep.
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