As she slithered into the room, her eyes glinting with malice, she knew he was ready for what was to come. Her black leather corset hugged every inch of her voluptuous body, the metal clasp in the front a symbol of her dominance over him. He watched as she sauntered towards him, each step an echo of their unspoken desires.
She stopped directly in front of him, the tips of her black leather boots barely touching the floor. Her eyes never left his as she reached out and gently stroked his cock, already growing with anticipation at what lay ahead. She could smell his arousal, her senses heightened by the knowledge that he was entirely at her mercy.
As if to drive the point home, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, "I own you now." He felt himself swell even more under her touch, his submission arousing him even further.
She reached down and undid the buttons on his pants, exposing his throbbing erection to the cool air. She wrapped her hand around it, her grip firm but not painful. "Tell me," she demanded, looking deep into his eyes, "What do you want?"
He hesitated for a moment, then spoke, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to be yours. To serve you and please you in any way you see fit." She smiled, her eyes glowing with satisfaction at his submission.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto her knees before him, her face just inches from his cock. She took it in her mouth, teasing the tip with her tongue before swallowing him whole. He gasped, the sensation overwhelming as she bobbed her head up and down, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge.
As he grew closer to climax, she pulled away, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Not yet," she said, her voice filled with a wicked delight at his frustrated groans. "First, I must claim you."
With that, she stood up and began to strip off her clothes. Her breasts, full and firm, bounced slightly as she removed her corset. As it hit the floor, her pussy came into view, shaved bare and glistening with arousal. She reached down between her legs, sliding two fingers into herself before bringing them up to her mouth, licking off his essence.
He watched, entranced, as she moved towards him once more. Her eyes never leaving his, she straddled him, positioning herself above his cock. With a single, swift movement, she impaled herself on him, the sensation of being inside her sending shivers down his spine.
She rode him hard, her hips grinding against his as she reached between her legs and began to masturbate herself. The combination of his cock deep within her and her own fingers rubbing against her clit was too much for either of them to bear. As she screamed out in pleasure, he felt himself begin to cum, spilling inside her with an intensity that left him breathless.
As they lay there, panting heavily, she looked down at him with a satisfied smirk. "You're mine now," she said, stroking his cheek gently. "And you will always be."