In the dimly lit room, he lay motionless on the cold hard floor. His hands were tied to the bedpost above him, while a gag was placed between his clenched teeth. The blindfold covered his eyes, leaving him utterly helpless and vulnerable to her every whim. As she entered the room, she could feel his anticipation in the air, and it only heightened her own desire. She walked towards him, every step bringing her closer to his bound body, each one a deliberate taunt.
Her boots clicked against the floor as she approached, sending shivers down his spine. Her presence was palpable; he could feel her energy emanating from her like a beacon of desire. As she stood beside him, he could smell the intoxicating blend of her perfume and sweat mingling in the air, making his already throbbing cock pulse with need.
Without warning, she grabbed his wrist tightly, causing him to gasp through the gag. She pulled him up roughly by his bound hands, forcing him onto his knees in front of her. He could feel the roughness of the fabric gag scraping against his skin as he strained to speak. All he could manage was a low, desperate moan.
Satisfied with her dominance over him, she removed the blindfold from his eyes, revealing the beautiful sight before her. His eyes widened in awe and trepidation as he took in her exquisite form, adorned only in a lace thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were full and swaying gently with each breath she took, while her hips dipped gracefully into the curve of her thong.
As his gaze traveled down her body, he could see the wetness seeping through the delicate fabric, leaving a glistening trail that begged to be tasted. He licked his lips in anticipation, knowing full well what awaited him if he dared to disobey.
With a flick of her wrist, she pushed his head down, forcing his face into her pussy. The smell was intoxicating; he could barely contain himself as he inhaled deeply. He reached out with his tongue, tasting her wetness for the first time. It was salty and sweet, a blend of pleasure and control that filled him with an intense desire to please her.
As he lapped at her swollen clit, she gently ran her hands through his hair, guiding him as she saw fit. Her moans grew louder, each one a testament to the pleasure he was bringing her. She could feel the heat building within her, threatening to consume them both in its intense fire.
With a sudden jerk of her hips, she pulled away from him, leaving him gasping for air. His cock stood erect and throbbing before him, aching with anticipation as he waited for her next command. Without warning, she reached down and grabbed his balls tightly in her hand, squeezing them hard enough to make him wince.
"You're mine," she whispered harshly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "And I can do whatever I want with you."
He nodded obediently, his eyes locked onto hers as he prepared for the next phase of their game. With a flick of her wrist, she removed his gag, allowing him to speak once more.
"Beg for me," she commanded sternly. "Tell me how much you want it."
His voice was rough and hoarse as he spoke, but his words were clear and unambiguous.
"I need it, Mistress. Please give it to me."
With a satisfied smile, she reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. He groaned in delight as she began stroking him roughly, making sure to keep just enough pressure to bring him close but never allowing him to release.
"Good boy," she purred, watching as he struggled to maintain control over his arousal. "Now, let's see how you like being used."
Without warning, she spun him around roughly, forcing him onto all fours. His eyes widened in fear and confusion, but there was no escape now. She knew what he wanted more than anything else; she could see it in the way his cock strained against his restraints.
With a single stroke of her finger, she pushed the head of his cock into her slick entrance, filling her completely with just one thrust. He groaned in pleasure as she began riding him, using his body as her personal plaything.
Each thrust brought them closer to the edge, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached for that elusive climax. She could feel his hands gripping the bedposts tightly, desperate to hold onto something amidst the chaos of their passion. And then, just when she thought they were about to break, he did something unexpected.
With a sudden jerk of his hips, he pulled out of her completely, leaving her gasping for breath as she fell onto the floor beside him. She looked up at him in shock, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.
"What are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely, reaching down to touch herself.
He smirked devilishly, knowing that he held all the power now. With a single thrust, he pushed back into her, filling her completely once more. This time, however, it was different. He felt something new; something unfamiliar yet incredibly satisfying.
As they continued to fuck with renewed vigor, she could feel it too - an intensity that surpassed anything either of them had ever experienced before. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their cries of pleasure melding into one beautiful symphony of desire and ecstasy.
With a final moan of satisfaction, they both collapsed onto the floor, spent and fulfilled. She looked up at him with a smile that spoke volumes about the incredible journey they had just taken together. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he knew that this was only the beginning of their shared adventure into the realm of pleasure-filled power exchange.