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As she entered the room, she could feel his presence before she even saw him. The scent of leather and musk filled her nostrils as she spotted him sitting in the corner. He was dressed in black – black leather pants, black boots and a tight black shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean frame. His face was composed and cool, but his eyes glistened with a dangerous glint.

She knew what was expected of her and didn’t hesitate for a moment. She walked over to him, her steps slow and measured, her hips swaying in perfect time. She stopped just inches away from him and lowered her gaze. She felt his gaze on her, watching her every move. She shivered with anticipation, feeling the thrill of submission that had brought her to this place in the first place.

He rose slowly, his movements measured and commanding. He towered over her, his breath hot on her face. She could feel his power radiating from him, filling her with the desire to submit to him completely. He reached out a hand to touch her face, tracing the curve of her cheek with his fingers.

“You know what I want,” he said softly, his voice like velvet. “I want you to surrender to me completely. I want you to submit to my every desire, to be my willing plaything.”

She nodded, her throat tight with emotion, and felt his hand tighten on her jaw. He tilted her head up to meet his gaze, his expression unreadable. They stood that way for a moment, his grip on her face, her eyes locked with his. Finally, he released her and turned away.

“Strip,” he commanded, his voice like a whip crack.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to remove her clothing. She felt him watching her every move, his gaze hot on her body. With each article of clothing she set apart, her excitement grew. She felt her nipples harden and her clit throb with longing.

When she was fully naked, he turned back to her. He was holding a black leather collar in one hand, a chain leash in the other. He fastened the collar around her neck, then attached the leash.

“Come,” he said simply, pulling on the chain.

She followed him obediently, her eyes downcast, her body tingling with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his body next to hers as they walked, the power of his presence overwhelming her completely.

They reached a small room, completely empty except for a small bed and a table with numerous toys laid out upon it. He led her to the bed and pushed her down onto it roughly.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, his eyes glistening with lust.

She complied without hesitation, feeling the coolness of the sheets against her naked flesh. He knelt between her spread thighs, his hands running over her body as he explored her every curve and crevice.

Then he reached for one of the toys on the table – a leather flogger with long, trailing tassels. He lifted it high and brought it down hard on her thigh, making her gasp with the pain. Again and again, he struck her flesh, each time harder and more perfectly placed than the last.

She cried out with each strike, her body writhing with pleasure and pain. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the throbbing of her clit as she reached the edge of orgasm again and again.

Finally, he stopped and stood up. He lifted her from the bed and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. He buckled a strap-on to his waist, then penetrated her deeply. She cried out as he thrust himself in and out of her, his hips slamming into her with incredible force.

They moved together, locked in a rhythm as old as time. They were two bodies, completely consumed with the passion of power play and submission. And in that moment, they were both completely and totally free.
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