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As she walked into the room, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and excitement wash over her. The anticipation had been building up inside her all day, and now that she was finally here, she was nervous about what was to come.

He sat on a dark leather couch in the corner of the dominantly-lit room, his piercing green eyes fixed on her from beneath a mess of jet-black hair. He was tall, dark, and handsome, dressed in all black leather, including a collar that commanded her attention. She felt herself being drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

He beckoned her over with a single finger, and she obeyed, stepping closer until she stood directly in front of him. Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her to the center of the room, where a hook in the ceiling hung a single silken rope.

Before she could ask any questions, he spoke in a deep, commanding voice that sent chills down her spine. “Do you trust me?” he asked, with an intense gaze that seemed to penetrate her very soul.

Without hesitation, she replied, “Yes, I trust you.”

With that, he began to undress her slowly, carefully removing every article of clothing until she was standing naked before him.

He lifted her up, wrapping the silken rope around her waist before hoisting her up, her feet leaving the ground as he tied her to the hook in the ceiling. She felt weightless, suspended, and entirely at his mercy.

He traced invisible lines on her exposed skin with feather-light touches, watching her every reaction with interest. She gasped as he plunged a finger inside her, rubbing her to the brink of pleasure before taking it away.

“You have to earn it,” he said, taking a step back to admire the sight of her hanging vulnerable before him.

She was his to do with as he pleased, and the wondered sent shivers through her. She was completely submitting to his dark desires, and she knew he wouldn’t hold back.

He taunted her with spanks, bites, and the scrape of his teeth on her skin, until she was panting and begging for release. “Please, let me cum,” she pleaded, her need for release almost overwhelming.

He stopped, looking her dead in the eye as he spoke. “Cum when I tell you to, and not a moment sooner,” he commanded.

And with those words, he unleashed his full force on her, driving her towards the pinnacle of pleasure, refusing to let her tip over the edge until he was ready.

Finally, he gave her the permission to orgasm, and she felt her body explode with pleasure, shaking and convulsing as she rode out her release. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, leaving her reeling and gasping for breath.

As he lowered her back down to the ground, she knew that she had truly submitted to his dark desires, and she couldn’t wait for the next time he would call on her again.
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