In the dimly lit room, the scent of jasmine filled the air as the soft, warm glow of candles danced upon the walls. I, Jessy, sat on the edge of the bed, clad in a sleek leather corset and matching panties, my black stiletto heels digging into the plush carpet. My eyes locked onto Spencer, who stood before me, his chest bare and his hands bound behind his back with a silk scarf. His chest heaved with anticipation, his eyes filled with a hunger that only I could satiate.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, Spencer,” I purred, my voice dripping with a mix of authority and desire. “You know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.
I rose from the bed, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as I approached him. I could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric, a testament to his desire. I traced my fingers along the outline of his erection, feeling it twitch at my touch.
“Is this for me?” I asked, my voice a teasing whisper. He nodded, his breath hitching as I continued to tease him through the fabric.
I stepped back, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “On your knees,” I commanded, my voice firm and unyielding. He complied immediately, his eyes never leaving mine as he sank to his knees before me.
I reached behind me, unclasping my corset and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened at the sight of my bare breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I stepped closer, pressing my breasts against his face, feeling his hot breath against my skin.
“Suck,” I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper. He obeyed, his lips closing around my nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to tease and suck at my breasts.
I pulled away, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I stepped back, my eyes never leaving his as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I slowly slid them down my legs, revealing my slick, wet pussy. His eyes darkened with desire, his erection straining against his pants.
“Do you want this, Spencer?” I asked, my voice low and husky. He nodded, his eyes never leaving my pussy. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my voice firm.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged, his voice raw with desire. “Please, let me taste you.”
I stepped closer, my legs straddling his face. I lowered myself onto his waiting tongue, moaning as he began to lick and suck at my clit. His tongue flicked against my sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gripped his hair, my hips bucking against his face as he continued to pleasure me.
“Fuck, Spencer,” I moaned, my body trembling with the force of my impending orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t, his tongue working me into a frenzy of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I teetered on the edge. And then, with a cry, I came, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
I pulled away, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I looked down at Spencer, his face slick with my juices, his eyes filled with a hunger that only I could satisfy. I reached behind him, untying the scarf that bound his hands.
“Stand up,” I commanded, my voice firm. He obeyed, rising to his feet before me. I reached for his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. His erection sprang free, hard and throbbing.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, my grip firm as I began to stroke him. He moaned, his head falling back as I continued to work his dick. I could feel him growing harder in my hand, his moans growing louder with each stroke.
“Fuck, Jessy,” he groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. “I’m going to cum.”
I released my grip, stepping back and watching as he stroked himself to completion. His cum spurted from his dick, landing on the floor in thick, white ropes. I smiled, satisfaction coursing through me at the sight of his release.
I stepped forward, my hand reaching out to cup his face. “Good boy,” I purred, my voice filled with pride. He leaned into my touch, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, his voice raw with desire.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. “Now, go clean yourself up,” I whispered, my voice filled with a wicked promise. “We’re not done yet.”
And with that, I turned and walked away, my hips swaying with each step. I could feel his eyes on me, his desire
In the dimly lit room, the scent of jasmine filled the air as the soft, warm glow of candles danced upon the walls. I, Jessy, sat on the edge of the bed, clad in a sleek leather corset and matching panties, my black stiletto heels digging into the plush carpet. My eyes locked onto Spencer, who stood before me, his chest bare and his hands bound behind his back with a silk scarf. His chest heaved with anticipation, his eyes filled with a hunger that only I could satiate.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, Spencer,” I purred, my voice dripping with a mix of authority and desire. “You know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.
I rose from the bed, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as I approached him. I could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric, a testament to his desire. I traced my fingers along the outline of his erection, feeling it twitch at my touch.
“Is this for me?” I asked, my voice a teasing whisper. He nodded, his breath hitching as I continued to tease him through the fabric.
I stepped back, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “On your knees,” I commanded, my voice firm and unyielding. He complied immediately, his eyes never leaving mine as he sank to his knees before me.
I reached behind me, unclasping my corset and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened at the sight of my bare breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I stepped closer, pressing my breasts against his face, feeling his hot breath against my skin.
“Suck,” I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper. He obeyed, his lips closing around my nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to tease and suck at my breasts.
I pulled away, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I stepped back, my eyes never leaving his as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I slowly slid them down my legs, revealing my slick, wet pussy. His eyes darkened with desire, his erection straining against his pants.
“Do you want this, Spencer?” I asked, my voice low and husky. He nodded, his eyes never leaving my pussy. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my voice firm.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged, his voice raw with desire. “Please, let me taste you.”
I stepped closer, my legs straddling his face. I lowered myself onto his waiting tongue, moaning as he began to lick and suck at my clit. His tongue flicked against my sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gripped his hair, my hips bucking against his face as he continued to pleasure me.
“Fuck, Spencer,” I moaned, my body trembling with the force of my impending orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t, his tongue working me into a frenzy of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I teetered on the edge. And then, with a cry, I came, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
I pulled away, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I looked down at Spencer, his face slick with my juices, his eyes filled with a hunger that only I could satisfy. I reached behind him, untying the scarf that bound his hands.
“Stand up,” I commanded, my voice firm. He obeyed, rising to his feet before me. I reached for his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. His erection sprang free, hard and throbbing.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, my grip firm as I began to stroke him. He moaned, his head falling back as I continued to work his dick. I could feel him growing harder in my hand, his moans growing louder with each stroke.
“Fuck, Jessy,” he groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. “I’m going to cum.”
I released my grip, stepping back and watching as he stroked himself to completion. His cum spurted from his dick, landing on the floor in thick, white ropes. I smiled, satisfaction coursing through me at the sight of his release.
I stepped forward, my hand reaching out to cup his face. “Good boy,” I purred, my voice filled with pride. He leaned into my touch, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, his voice raw with desire.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. “Now, go clean yourself up,” I whispered, my voice filled with a wicked promise. “We’re not done yet.”
And with that, I turned and walked away, my hips swaying with each step. I could feel his eyes on me, his desire
