She was bound to his every whim, her wrists tightly secured to the headboard of the bed. Her body shuddered with anticipation as she felt his presence, his touch, every inch of him. He moved slowly, deliberately, tracing the contours of her body with his fingers, making her quiver with pleasure and dread.
His hand slid between her legs, finding her wet and eager. He stroked her clit, causing her to moan with delight. Her hips bucked in response, desperate for more. He knew she wanted it all, every last bit of him. She was his to command, his to possess, his to use as he saw fit.
He removed his hand from between her legs and picked up a whip. The sound of the leather hitting her thighs was music to his ears. Each stroke left a red mark, a testament to his dominance. She knew she belonged to him completely, and each strike served as a reminder of that fact.
He moved back to her genitals again, this time stroking them with the handle of the whip. Her breathing quickened, and she was close now, so close. He could feel it in his bones. He wanted to give her what she needed, but not yet. Not until he was ready.
He took a moment to drink her in, to bask in the power he held over her. She was his for the taking, his to pleasure and punish as he saw fit. He knew she craved it all, every last bit of him. Her body trembled with need, and he could see the desire in her eyes.
He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her tightness around him. She was so wet, her pussy aching to be filled by his cock. He pushed in slowly, her walls squeezing him tightly. He knew she enjoyed this, the pain mingling with the pleasure of his cock stretching her out.
He began to thrust harder and faster, each stroke causing her to cry out in pleasure. She was his, and he would use her as he pleased. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him. He could feel every inch of her pussy, the way it clenched around him.
He picked up the pace, pounding into her with abandon. Her body was aching, her cries mingling with his grunts of pleasure. The bond between them grew stronger with each thrust, a testament to their passion and submission.
He slowed down, allowing her to catch her breath. He pulled out and positioned himself behind her, teasing her opening with the head of his cock. She was wetter than ever now, desperate for him to enter her again. He could feel how much she wanted it all, every last bit of him.
He pushed in slowly, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. He began to thrust again, harder and faster this time. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer with each stroke. She was his now, his to command and use as he saw fit.
Their bodies moved together, a rhythm all their own. He could feel every inch of her pussy, the way it clenched around him. He knew she enjoyed this, the pain mingling with the pleasure of his cock stretching her out.
He quickened his pace, pounding into her with abandon. Her body was aching, her cries mingling with his grunts of pleasure. The bond between them grew stronger with each thrust, a testament to their passion and submission.
Finally, he could hold back no longer. He released within her, filling her completely with his seed. She moaned with delight as she felt him pulsating inside her, her body shuddering with pleasure and relief. He had given her everything she desired, every last bit of himself. And in that moment, they were bound by pleasure, united in their shared passion for submission and domination.