Submission in Her Hands
The air in the dimly lit bedroom was thick with the scent of her perfume and my raw arousal. Ava lounged in the leather armchair, her long legs crossed in sheer black stockings, gazing down at me with a predatory smile. I knelt naked on the floor, hands bound behind my back as she'd ordered. My cock stood rock-hard, throbbing with need, but she wouldn't let me touch myself.
"You're mine tonight," she said in a low, commanding voice, tracing the sharp heel of her shoe along my chest. "Say it out loud, slut."
"I'm yours, Mistress..." I gasped, my knees trembling beneath me.
Ava slowly spread her legs—no panties beneath her skirt. Her smooth, glistening pussy gleamed in the lamplight. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my face between her thighs.
"Lick. Deeper. Until I tell you to stop."
I dove in hungrily, my tongue parting her hot folds, tasting the salty sweetness of her juices. She moaned loudly, shamelessly, gripping my hair harder to guide my rhythm. Her hips bucked as I sucked her swollen clit. Then, without warning, she shoved me back, rose, and pushed me onto the bed.
"Lie down. Legs up."
Ava strapped on a thick black dildo and eased it into my ass, stretching my tight hole inch by inch. I cried out from the sharp mix of pain and filthy pleasure. She fucked me hard, steady, one hand wrapped around my cock, refusing to let me come.
"You'll cum when I say so," she hissed, picking up the pace. Her eyes burned with total command.
When she finally gave the word, I shot thick ropes of cum across my stomach, my whole body shuddering. Ava smiled, slid the strap-on off, and lowered herself onto my face.
"Now lick me clean, slave."