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As she walked into the dimly lit room, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She knew what awaited her here, and the wondered of it made her heart race with desire.

It had all started months ago, when she had first met him at a party. She had been immediately drawn to him, with his rugged good looks and commanding presence. As they had talked and laughed together, she had felt a stirring in her loins, a hunger that she had never felt before.

Over the next few weeks, they had met up several times, at all times in secret, at all times in places where no one knew them. And as each meeting had passed, she had found herself craving him more and more, unable to withstand his touch or his whispered words of desire.

But it wasn’t until tonight that he had truly shown her what he was capable of.

He had told her to come to this room, told her to strip off her clothes and wait for him. And she had obeyed, almost without thinking. The wondered of disobeying him was unthinkable. He owned her, body and soul.

As she stood there, naked and trembling with anticipation, she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Her heart leapt in her chest as he entered the room, his piercing gaze fixing on her. She could feel his presence like a weight on her skin, making her feel both vulnerable and yet safe.

Without a word, he strode across the room and seized her by the hair, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look up at him.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he growled, his breath hot on her face. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

And with that, he released her hair and began to trace a line down her bare chest with his finger. She gasped as his touch ignited a spark of pleasure in her, and she felt her knees go weak with desire.

But before she could respond, he seized her roughly, pressing her against the wall and pinning her arms above her head. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he leaned in close, whispering in her ear.

“You belong to me,” he breathed. “You always have, and you always will.”

She moaned as he began to kiss and bite her neck, feeling the sensations create inside her until she was writhing with pleasure. She had never felt so controlled, so at his mercy, and the wondered of it made her want him even more.

Then suddenly, he pulled away, leaving her shivering and panting against the wall.

“Get down on your knees,” he ordered.

She obeyed without question, dropping to the floor and gazing up at him with wide eyes. He stood before her, tall and commanding, his body outlined against the dim light behind him.

“Open your mouth,” he said, and she did as she was told.

He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing a taut, muscled chest beneath. She could feel her own desire building with every passing moment, and she longed to taste him, to feel him inside her.

But he took his time, teasing her with his slow movements, making her beg for him in her mind.

Finally, when she couldn’t stand it any longer, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it apart. She gasped as he revealed his chiseled body to her, his muscles rippling with every movement.

“Come here,” he commanded, and she crawled on hands and knees towards him.

He took her by the hair again, pulling her head back once more. She could smell the scent of him, musky and masculine, and it made her ache with desire.

And then, without warning, he thrust his hard, thick cock into her mouth, making her gag and moan at the same time. She had never felt so full, so overwhelmed, and the taste of him on her tongue was intoxicating.

He began to move faster and faster, his breathing ragged and uneven. She could feel his control slipping, his lustful desires unleashed upon her.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away from her, leaving her gasping for breath.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

She obeyed, standing shakily on her feet and gazing up at him.

“Turn around,” he said, and she did as she was told.

He seized her hips roughly, pulling her back towards him until she could feel the throbbing hardness of his cock pressing against her ass.

“Please,” she moaned, her body aching with desire.

And then he pushed into her, penetrating her deeply with one swift thrust. She cried out in pleasure and pain, her body writhing against him as he thrust again and again.

He was completely in control now, his lustful desires unleashed upon her in a wild frenzy of desire.

And as he came, she felt her own body shake with pleasure, her own desires unleashed in a rush of wild abandon.

She had never felt so alive, so owned, so completely his. And as he released her and walked away, leaving her standing there in a daze, she could feel a sense of completion, a sense of belonging that she had never felt before.
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