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I reclined on my velvet chaise lounge, my ruby-red dress hugging my curves just right. My lips, painted the same shade of red as my dress, curled into a wicked grin as I watched Tobias. He stood before me, his eyes filled with desire and longing, his chiseled body tensed with anticipation. He thought I liked him, but oh, how wrong he was. I liked that he paid me. Tobias was a man of wealth, and I was a woman of power. He was my plaything, my puppet, my pet. Our one rule was that he could pump, he could stroke, but never ever would he be allowed to cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was his goddess, his queen, his mistress. He was my submissive, my slave, my whore.
“Take off your clothes, Tobias,” I commanded, my voice as smooth as silk. He obeyed without question, shedding his designer suit piece by piece until he stood before me in all his naked glory. His cock was already hard, twitching with need. I
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could see the bead of precum glistening at the tip, and I licked my lips in anticipation. “Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice stern. He complied, his eyes never leaving mine. I stood up, towering over him, and traced my fingers down his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. I reached his cock and wrapped my fingers around it, giving it a firm squeeze. He let out a groan and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Look at me, Tobias,” I demanded, my voice hard. His eyes snapped open, meeting my gaze. “You’re not allowed to cum,” I reminded him, my voice soft yet stern. He nodded, his eyes filled with determination. I began to stroke him, my movements slow and deliberate. His cock twitching in my hand, begging for more. I increased my pace, my grip firm and unyielding. His breath hitched, his body trembling with need. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, his muscles tensed and straining. “Please,” he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. “Please, let me cum.” I chuckled, my laughter filled with cruel amusement. “No,” I said, my voice firm. “You’re not allowed to cum.”
His groans of frustration filled the room. I could see the precum dripping from his cock, a testament to his desire. As I continued to stroke him, my movements were calculated and precise. I could feel his orgasm building, his body tensed and ready to explode. “Please,” he begged again, his voice filled with desperation. “I need this so badly. Please, let me cum.” He groaned as I stopped stroking him, my grip firm on his cock. His eyes snapped open, meeting my gaze. “No,” I said again, my voice firm. “You’re not allowed to cum.”
His groans of frustration filled the room, his body trembling with need. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, the frustration etched on his face. But I didn’t care. He was my toy, my plaything, my pet. And I would do with him as I pleased. “Get up,” I commanded, my voice stern. He obeyed, his body still trembling. I led him to the bed, pushing him down onto his back. When I straddled him, my dress rode up to reveal my bare pussy. I could feel his cock twitching beneath me, begging for release so I began to grind against him. My movements were very slow and deliberate. I could feel his cock pressing against my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My head leaned back in ecstasy, as I moaned. I could feel my orgasm building, as my body tensed.
“Please,” he begged again, his voice filled with desperation. “Please, let me cum.” I continued to grind against him, as I let out a moan and my body shuddered with pleasure. “You can go now, Tobias,” I said as he got up and collected his clothes from the floor.
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