The Thrill of Submission

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As soon as she entered the room, she knew what was expected of her. She stood there, her heart racing, anticipating the thrill of submission. The room was dimly lit, and the only light came from a few candles that flickered on the bedside table. A man sat on the bed in front of her, watching her with dark, penetrating eyes.

He beckoned her forward, and she took a hesitant step, feeling her palms grow sweaty. “Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice low and commanding. She nodded, feeling her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

As she began to unbutton her shirt, he watched her intently, his gaze never leaving her. Once she was naked, he stood up and walked toward her, his powerful presence making her feel small and vulnerable.

“Kneel,” he said, his voice harsh and demanding. She obediently sank to her knees in front of him, feeling the hard carpet beneath her.

He leaned down and caressed her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. “You belong to me,” he whispered. “You are mine to do with as I please.”

Her heart raced as he reached down to stroke her hair, pulling it back painfully. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, his own dark and unreadable.

“You will obey me,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You will do everything I tell you to do, without question.”

She nodded, feeling her body start to tremble with anticipation. She had never felt so submissive before, and the thrill of it made her dizzy with desire.

He stepped back and gestured toward the bed. “Get up there,” he said, his voice cold and commanding.

She crawled onto the bed, feeling the cool sheets against her skin. He followed her, climbing onto the bed behind her.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice rough with desire. She obeyed, feeling the bed shift beneath her as he moved closer.

He reached down to touch her, his fingers stroking her folds with gentle insistence. She moaned, feeling her body respond to his touch.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You like this, don’t you?”

She nodded, too overcome with desire to speak. He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving in slow, seductive circles.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he whispered. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, feeling her body start to tremble with pleasure.

He smiled, his lips hovering over her ear. “That’s right,” he said. “And I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
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