Got Dominated In Fishnets


The soft glow of the bedroom lamp cast long shadows across the room, and I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hands smoothed over the fishnet stockings, adjusting them until they sat perfectly on my legs. The snug material hugged my skin, showing off every curve.

I stared at myself, the boldness of my outfit clashing with the nervous excitement churning in my chest. My heart pounded as I thought about what I was about to do.

This wasn’t just any night—it was a night I’d been planning for weeks. I wanted to surprise James, to bring one of his fantasies to life. He had always admired fishnets, mentioning them with that glint in his eye. I wanted to show him that I’d been paying attention, that I cared about what turned him on.

Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror and reached for the black robe lying on the bed. The fabric was soft and smooth against my skin as I tied it loosely at the waist. I knew James was in the living room, probably lost in whatever book he was reading, completely unaware of what was coming.

"Alright, Emma," I whispered to myself. "You’ve got this."

Barefoot, I padded quietly out of the bedroom. The sound of James flipping a page met my ears as I neared the living room. When I stepped inside, he glanced up, his warm gaze meeting mine.

"Hey," he said, his tone casual but curious. "What’s this look for?"

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I managed to smile. "I’ve got a surprise for you. Come with me?"

He raised an eyebrow, setting his book aside. Standing, he towered over me as usual, his presence both comforting and commanding. "A surprise, huh? Lead the way."

I took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. Once inside, I let go of his hand and took a step forward. My heart raced as I reached for the belt of my robe. Slowly, I untied it, letting the fabric slip off my shoulders and pool at my feet.

James froze, his eyes locked on me. For a moment, neither of us said anything.

"Fuck," he finally muttered, his voice rougher than usual. "Emma… you look incredible. Sexy. So fuckable."

I shifted on my feet, a shy smile spreading across my lips. "I thought you might like it. You’ve mentioned fishnets before."

"Like it?" He stepped closer, his eyes darkening. "Emma, you’re stunning. You’re so fucking hot."

I laughed softly, relief and excitement flooding through me at his reaction. "I wanted to surprise you. And maybe… step out of my comfort zone a little."

His hands found my hips, firm but gentle. "You didn’t just step out of your comfort zone—you walked right into my dreams."

I giggled, but the way he looked at me was anything but a joke. He tilted my chin up so our eyes met, his thumb brushing against my jawline.

"Turn around," he said, his voice low and commanding.

The suddenness of it caught me off guard, but I obeyed without hesitation. Slowly, I turned, feeling his hands trail down my arms as I moved.

"You’re fucking perfect," he murmured, his tone thick with lust. "Every part of you."

Heat spread across my cheeks, but I didn’t protest. This moment was for him, and I loved the way he looked at me—like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. Like he couldn’t wait to devour me.

“There’s… something else,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

James tilted his head, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Something else? What is it? Are we expecting a child?”

I laughed and lightly smacked his chest. “No, nothing like that. Turn around for a second.”

With a raised eyebrow, he obeyed. My heart raced as I walked toward the bed. I slipped off my lacy bra, leaving me completely bare, except the fishnets. Climbing onto the bed, I leaned back on my elbows, my legs spread, my wetness glistening in the soft light.

“Turn around,” I said, my voice quiet but firm.

When he turned, the growl that escaped him sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes roamed over me hungrily.

“Come fuck your slut’s brains out,” I said, summoning all my courage.

That was all it took. Within seconds, James was naked, his clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. He grabbed my ankles, flipping me onto all fours with ease.

He pressed my face into the sheets as he thrust into me from behind, his cock stretching me perfectly. My moans were muffled against the mattress.

“Fuck… this is how sluts get fucked,” he growled, his voice rough and full of desire. “Face down, ass up, while I ruin you from behind.”

The dirty words sent shockwaves of arousal through me. I hadn’t realized how much they would turn me on. Each word pushed me closer to the edge.

“I… I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. “Do you want me to fill you up? Huh? Does my slut want her hole stuffed with my cum?”

“Yes! Please!” I tried to say, but the sounds were lost against the sheets.

James didn’t wait. He thrust deep, emptying himself inside me, his warmth flooding me and triggering my own intense orgasm. My body shook as pleasure overtook me.

When he pulled out, I stayed in place, catching my breath. I felt his hand caress my ass, his cum slowly dripping out of me.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of satisfaction. “My fucking perfect cum dump. My beautiful slut.”

I felt another wave of arousal building. Tonight wasn’t over yet.

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