As I entered the room, I felt my heart race with excitement. My dominant lover stood before me, dressed in a tight leather outfit, looking every inch the powerful figure he was. His eyes locked onto mine and I felt myself go weak at the knees.
I knew what was expected of me, and I was willing to please. I undressed slowly, letting my lover watch every movement with hunger. When I was completely naked, he approached me, his hands running over my skin like flames.
I shivered with delight as he cupped my breasts, kneading them roughly. His fingers traveled down my stomach, finding their way between my legs. I moaned as he roughly played with my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm with just a few touches.
My lover pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath and wanting more. He gestured for me to kneel before him, and I did so eagerly. He stood above me, his cock hard and ready for action. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, relishing the way he filled me up.
I closed my eyes and focused on pleasuring him, letting my mouth and hands wander over his body. He pushed my head down, forcing me to take him deeper. I gagged, but he didn’t relent, holding my head in place until I found my rhythm.
My lover moaned with pleasure, his hands tightening in my hair as he thrust deeper into my mouth. I knew what was expected of me, and I was willing to please. I was his submissive, and I would do everything in my power to make him happy.
After what seemed like an eternity, my lover pulled away, his breath ragged and heavy. He gestured for me to lie down on the bed, and I did so eagerly, spreading my legs for him.
He climbed onto the bed, his eyes burning with desire. He entered me slowly, savoring every inch of my body. I cried out as he filled me up, feeling the weight of his body on mine.
My lover moved with a fierce intensity, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I arched my back, digging my nails into his flesh as he brought me closer and closer to the brink.
Finally, I reached my orgasm, my body shaking with pleasure as my lover continued to pound into me with reckless abandon. He came moments later, spilling himself deep inside of me.
We lay there, panting and spent, until my lover pulled away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew what was expected of me, and I was willing to submit to him again and again.