I stood tall and confident in my black leather corset, the cool material hugging my curves and accentuating my dominance. My eyes locked onto Ronnie, who knelt obediently on the plush, red velvet rug, his hands bound behind his back with silk ties. The dim light of the room cast shadows across his face, highlighting his anticipation and desire.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you, Ronnie?” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction as I walked slowly towards him, the clicking of my stiletto heels echoing through the room. I could see his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath, his body already responding to my presence.
He looked up at me through his thick lashes, his eyes full of longing. “Yes, Mistress Agatha,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. I could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric, desperate for release.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the roots, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I smirked, releasing his hair and walking around him, admiring his submission. I reached down and cupped his chin, lifting his face to meet my gaze. “Tonight, I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”
His breath hitched at my words, his body shuddering with need. I smiled, enjoying the power I held over him. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “And I won’t give it to you.”
With a wicked grin, I reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath my touch. I gave him a firm stroke, relishing in the soft groan that escaped his lips. “Tell me, Ronnie,” I murmured, “what do you want me to do to you?”
His voice was strained, his body tense with desire. “I want… I want you to fuck me, Mistress Agatha.”
I chuckled, my thumb teasing the tip of his cock. “Oh, I’ll fuck you alright,” I promised, “but not until I’m good and ready.”
I released him and stepped back, admiring the way his body quivered with need. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a long, sleek vibrator, a wicked smile playing on my lips. I returned to Ronnie and knelt before him, pressing the cool metal against his swollen tip. He gasped, his body jerking in response.
“Do you like that, Ronnie?” I asked, my voice teasing. “Do you like the way that feels?”
He could only nod, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I grinned and turned the vibrator on, the soft hum filling the room. I pressed it against him, watching as his body writhed in pleasure. I moved it up and down his shaft, my eyes never leaving his face.
“Please,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. “Please, Mistress Agatha, I need more.”
I chuckled, enjoying his desperation. I turned off the vibrator and stood up, leaving him panting and needy. I walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing my legs and watching him. “Come here, Ronnie,” I commanded, my voice full of authority.
He stumbled to his feet, his pants still around his ankles, and walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. I spread my legs, revealing my bare pussy, already glistening with desire. “Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice low and husky.
He knelt before me, his eyes wide and full of lust. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face towards my pussy. “Make me come, Ronnie,” I demanded, “and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate, his tongue darting out to taste me, his moans of pleasure muffled against my flesh. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations coursing through my body. His tongue worked its magic, licking and sucking at my clit, his moans of pleasure driving me wild.
“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling with need. “Just like that, Ronnie. Make me come.”
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working furiously against my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure.
I released my grip on his hair and leaned back, panting and spent. I looked down at him, his face still buried in my pussy, and smiled. “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft and gentle. I reached down and stroked his hair, my touch tender and loving.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude and desire. “Thank you, Mistress Agatha,” he whispered, his voice full of awe and reverence.
I smiled and stood up, walking over to the dresser and pulling out a condom. I returned to him and knelt down, rolling the condom onto his still-hard cock. I got on top of him and fucked him hard. So hard, it’s driving him wild. “Please don’t stop”, he says. And I rode him like there was no tomorrow since he deserved it for being such a good boy.
I stood tall and confident in my black leather corset, the cool material hugging my curves and accentuating my dominance. My eyes locked onto Ronnie, who knelt obediently on the plush, red velvet rug, his hands bound behind his back with silk ties. The dim light of the room cast shadows across his face, highlighting his anticipation and desire.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you, Ronnie?” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction as I walked slowly towards him, the clicking of my stiletto heels echoing through the room. I could see his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath, his body already responding to my presence.
He looked up at me through his thick lashes, his eyes full of longing. “Yes, Mistress Agatha,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. I could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric, desperate for release.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the roots, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I smirked, releasing his hair and walking around him, admiring his submission. I reached down and cupped his chin, lifting his face to meet my gaze. “Tonight, I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”
His breath hitched at my words, his body shuddering with need. I smiled, enjoying the power I held over him. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “And I won’t give it to you.”
With a wicked grin, I reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath my touch. I gave him a firm stroke, relishing in the soft groan that escaped his lips. “Tell me, Ronnie,” I murmured, “what do you want me to do to you?”
His voice was strained, his body tense with desire. “I want… I want you to fuck me, Mistress Agatha.”
I chuckled, my thumb teasing the tip of his cock. “Oh, I’ll fuck you alright,” I promised, “but not until I’m good and ready.”
I released him and stepped back, admiring the way his body quivered with need. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a long, sleek vibrator, a wicked smile playing on my lips. I returned to Ronnie and knelt before him, pressing the cool metal against his swollen tip. He gasped, his body jerking in response.
“Do you like that, Ronnie?” I asked, my voice teasing. “Do you like the way that feels?”
He could only nod, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I grinned and turned the vibrator on, the soft hum filling the room. I pressed it against him, watching as his body writhed in pleasure. I moved it up and down his shaft, my eyes never leaving his face.
“Please,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. “Please, Mistress Agatha, I need more.”
I chuckled, enjoying his desperation. I turned off the vibrator and stood up, leaving him panting and needy. I walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing my legs and watching him. “Come here, Ronnie,” I commanded, my voice full of authority.
He stumbled to his feet, his pants still around his ankles, and walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. I spread my legs, revealing my bare pussy, already glistening with desire. “Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice low and husky.
He knelt before me, his eyes wide and full of lust. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face towards my pussy. “Make me come, Ronnie,” I demanded, “and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate, his tongue darting out to taste me, his moans of pleasure muffled against my flesh. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations coursing through my body. His tongue worked its magic, licking and sucking at my clit, his moans of pleasure driving me wild.
“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling with need. “Just like that, Ronnie. Make me come.”
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working furiously against my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure.
I released my grip on his hair and leaned back, panting and spent. I looked down at him, his face still buried in my pussy, and smiled. “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft and gentle. I reached down and stroked his hair, my touch tender and loving.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude and desire. “Thank you, Mistress Agatha,” he whispered, his voice full of awe and reverence.
I smiled and stood up, walking over to the dresser and pulling out a condom. I returned to him and knelt down, rolling the condom onto his still-hard cock. I got on top of him and fucked him hard. So hard, it’s driving him wild. “Please don’t stop”, he says. And I rode him like there was no tomorrow since he deserved it for being such a good boy.
