In the dimly lit room, he lay there, his heart pounding wildly against his chest, feeling her fingers caressing him as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be fully engulfed by her sensuality, her allure, her dominance.
The first touch was soft and teasing, a single digit tracing the outline of his stiffening cock. The second touch was firmer, more demanding. She gripped him tightly, squeezing him until he moaned in delight. As she squeezed harder, she began to massage his balls, gently twisting and caressing them, making sure he was ready for what was about to come.
She moved her fingers upwards, sliding against the sensitive underside of his shaft until she reached the tip. She knew just how to tease him, how to drive him wild with desire. She slowly pulled back her hand, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. The anticipation was almost too much for him.
As he waited, his eyes never left hers. She leaned down towards him, her breath hot and heavy on his skin. "You're mine," she whispered, running her tongue along the edge of his ear lobe. He felt a shiver run down his spine as she moved away again, leaving him desperate for more.
Suddenly, he felt a different kind of touch - not gentle or teasing, but harsh and rough. His cuckold was back, reclaiming what was rightfully his. She grabbed hold of the shaft again, stroking firmly as she watched her lover's reaction, reveling in his helpless submission.
He gasped in pleasure as she continued to stroke him with increasing intensity. The harder she stroked, the more intense the sensation became. Each thrust of her hand brought him closer and closer to the edge, making him groan loudly as she pushed him further than he had ever been pushed before.
Soon, he could no longer hold back. He arched his back, his hips bucking against her firm grip as he spilled himself all over her hand. She watched as his seed coated her fingers, a proud smile crossing her lips. "You belong to me," she whispered once more before leaning down to lick the last traces of cum from her palm.
As he lay there, spent and breathless, he knew that this was just the beginning. He would endure whatever humiliation and pleasure she chose to bestow upon him, all for the sake of this unleashed passion that consumed them both. Cuckolding: a taboo desire, but one that burned within his very core, igniting a fire that nothing could ever extinguish.