I, Brianna, stood tall in my leather boots, my black lace lingerie hugging my curves. Oliver, my submissive partner, knelt before me, his eyes wide with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, not by the city lights outside, but by the flickering candles casting a warm glow. The scent of my favorite perfume filled the air, a subtle hint of vanilla and musk.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Oliver,” I purred, my voice dripping with authority. “And you know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”
Oliver nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
I reached out, running my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly. He winced, but the look in his eyes told me he was enjoying it. “Yes, Mistress,” I repeated, emphasizing each word. “Now, I want you to strip for me. Show me how much you want this.”
Oliver stood, his hands trembling as he undid his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He dropped his pants next, his erection straining against his boxers. I licked my lips, feeling a warmth pool between my legs. He was all mine.
He slid his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. I stepped closer, reaching out to wrap my hand around his shaft. He gasped, his hips jerking forward. “You’re so eager,” I murmured, stroking him slowly. “But you know you have to earn it.”
I pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. I straddled his waist, my lace-clad pussy hovering just above his dick. “Tell me what you want, Oliver,” I demanded, my voice stern.
“I want you, Mistress,” he replied, his eyes pleading. “I want you to ride me.”
I smirked, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. I tossed it aside, my breasts spilling free. Oliver’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands reaching out to cup them. I slapped them away, shaking my head. “Not yet,” I chided. “You have to earn that too.”
I slid down his body, my lips brushing against his hard cock. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hips bucking upwards. I sucked him hard, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, Brianna,” he gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. “You’re so good at that.”
I pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “I know,” I replied, climbing back up his body. I positioned his cock at my entrance, teasing him by sliding just the tip in. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and do as you’re told?”
Oliver nodded, his eyes wide. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice strained. “I’ll be good.”
I slammed down onto him, taking him all the way in. We both gasped, the sensation overwhelming. I rode him hard, my hips bucking against his. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck, Brianna,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside me. “I’m close.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Not yet,” I whispered, my voice harsh. “You come when I say you can.”
I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his cock. I could feel my own orgasm building, a familiar warmth spreading through my body. “Now, Oliver,” I gasped, my nails digging into his chest. “Come for me.”
He cried out, his cock pulsing inside me. I followed him over the edge, my pussy clenching around him as I came. We rode out our orgasms together, our bodies slick with sweat.
I collapsed onto his chest, panting. Oliver wrapped his arms around me, his heart pounding against my ear. “Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured, his voice soft.
I chuckled, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “You’re welcome,” I replied, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “But remember, you’re mine. And I’m not done with you yet.”
And with that, I rolled off him, ready for round two.
I, Brianna, stood tall in my leather boots, my black lace lingerie hugging my curves. Oliver, my submissive partner, knelt before me, his eyes wide with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, not by the city lights outside, but by the flickering candles casting a warm glow. The scent of my favorite perfume filled the air, a subtle hint of vanilla and musk.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Oliver,” I purred, my voice dripping with authority. “And you know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”
Oliver nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
I reached out, running my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly. He winced, but the look in his eyes told me he was enjoying it. “Yes, Mistress,” I repeated, emphasizing each word. “Now, I want you to strip for me. Show me how much you want this.”
Oliver stood, his hands trembling as he undid his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He dropped his pants next, his erection straining against his boxers. I licked my lips, feeling a warmth pool between my legs. He was all mine.
He slid his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. I stepped closer, reaching out to wrap my hand around his shaft. He gasped, his hips jerking forward. “You’re so eager,” I murmured, stroking him slowly. “But you know you have to earn it.”
I pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. I straddled his waist, my lace-clad pussy hovering just above his dick. “Tell me what you want, Oliver,” I demanded, my voice stern.
“I want you, Mistress,” he replied, his eyes pleading. “I want you to ride me.”
I smirked, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. I tossed it aside, my breasts spilling free. Oliver’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands reaching out to cup them. I slapped them away, shaking my head. “Not yet,” I chided. “You have to earn that too.”
I slid down his body, my lips brushing against his hard cock. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hips bucking upwards. I sucked him hard, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, Brianna,” he gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. “You’re so good at that.”
I pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “I know,” I replied, climbing back up his body. I positioned his cock at my entrance, teasing him by sliding just the tip in. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and do as you’re told?”
Oliver nodded, his eyes wide. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice strained. “I’ll be good.”
I slammed down onto him, taking him all the way in. We both gasped, the sensation overwhelming. I rode him hard, my hips bucking against his. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck, Brianna,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside me. “I’m close.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Not yet,” I whispered, my voice harsh. “You come when I say you can.”
I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his cock. I could feel my own orgasm building, a familiar warmth spreading through my body. “Now, Oliver,” I gasped, my nails digging into his chest. “Come for me.”
He cried out, his cock pulsing inside me. I followed him over the edge, my pussy clenching around him as I came. We rode out our orgasms together, our bodies slick with sweat.
I collapsed onto his chest, panting. Oliver wrapped his arms around me, his heart pounding against my ear. “Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured, his voice soft.
I chuckled, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “You’re welcome,” I replied, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “But remember, you’re mine. And I’m not done with you yet.”
And with that, I rolled off him, ready for round two.
