He pulled her close, his hand firm on the back of her neck. It was an erotic display of dominance and submission, of vulnerability and power. His grip made her trembling body ache with excitement, her skin craving his touch. She felt wild and free, yielding to his will. He whispered his love and urged her to surrender, promising her rapture in his domination.
Browsing: Dominating
He was a master in the art of lust. His touch, like a languid fire, held her in its tender embrace as he started to explore her body with a patient yet demanding desire. He knew how to bring her to the brink of pleasure, build the tension and then let it slowly unravel until she lay quivering with delight beneath him.
He advanced, his lips parted and eager, exploring the curves and valleys of my skin with his hands and tongue. His touch was electrifying- powerful, relentless. His eyes slipped into mine with an intensity which spoke of a masterful mastery, commanding me to submit and surrender to the pleasure he promised.
As I entered the club, I felt the music pulsing through me- so much energy, so much desire. My heart raced as I spotted him- tall, broad-shouldered, and gorgeous. He made his way towards me, his commanding eyes revealing his desire. Soon we were grinding, his hands daring and rough, and I knew then that I’d been claimed. That night, I was his toy: and I loved it.