As soon as she entered the room, her senses were overwhelmed with the scent of leather and sweat. The man standing before her was tall, muscular, and imposing - a perfect embodiment of dominance and control. His eyes bore into hers, demanding submission. She didn't hesitate; instead, she let out a soft moan, signaling her willingness to surrender to his dominion.
He gestured for her to lie down on the cold, hard surface of the bondage table. Her heart pounded against her chest as anticipation surged through her body. The cold metal of the cuffs clasped around her wrists and ankles, securing her in place with a satisfying click. With each restraint, she felt more vulnerable, more aroused - her pussy began to drip with desire, begging for his attention.
He stood over her, a cruel smirk dancing on his lips. He reached down and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the table. "You belong to me," he growled in her ear, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her entire body. She could feel her clit throbbing with need, desperate for him to claim her.
"Please," she whimpered, hoping that her submission would appease him. He chuckled darkly and pressed his thick, veiny cock against her lips, demanding a taste of his dominance. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and let his length slip between her lips, feeling the warmth spread through her entire body. The dirty name for this was "cunnilingus," but it didn't matter now - all that mattered was his control over her.
He pulled back, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her lips. She licked them clean, savoring the taste of his dominance. He chuckled again and reached down, grabbing her hair with a firm grip. "Enough," he ordered, "I'm not finished with you yet."
He knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her slit. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure; it was about power - about him taking what he wanted from her. Her pussy ached for him, clamoring for release, but she knew better than to rush things. She arched her back, offering herself up to him, and he took full advantage of her submission.
With one swift thrust, he plunged into her, filling her to the brim. He began to fuck her with a primal fervor, his hips pounding against her ass, forcing his cock deeper inside her with each stroke. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as their passion intensified.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. Her nipples hardened under his rough handling, begging for attention. He took notice and reached down to pinch them roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her entire body.
As he continued to pound into her, she could feel herself nearing the edge of climax. He knew it too; he could sense the tremors running through her body. With one final surge, he pulled out and released a stream of hot cum all over her chest and face. She felt like she was drowning in his release, but she didn't mind - she relished every second of his dominance.
She lay there on the bondage table, still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. He caressed her cheek gently, a smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her, a sense of satisfaction radiating from him. "You are mine," he whispered softly before walking away, leaving her to savor the aftermath of their BDSM bondage bliss.