The hotel suite I had reserved for the night was luxurious, all sleek furniture and soft lighting. Ryan, the male stripper I'd taken for the night with $1,000, followed me inside.
I turned to face him, stepping closer until I was inches away. “Here’s how this works,” I said, my voice low and firm. “Tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do exactly as I say, and in return, I’ll make it worth your while. Understood?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his dark eyes locked on mine. “Understood,” he murmured.
“Good.”
I took my time, letting the silence stretch as I circled him, my heels clicking against the polished floor. He stood still, his posture tense but obedient, his breath hitching slightly when I reached out to trail my fingers along his jawline.
“You’re even more beautiful up close,” I said, my tone softening just enough to make him relax.
“Thank you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Take off your shirt,” I commanded, stepping back to watch.
He hesitated for the briefest moment before obeying, his hands moving to the hem of his tank top. He pulled it over his head, revealing a body that was every bit as perfect as I’d imagined.
I let my eyes roam over him, taking in every curve and line of his muscular frame. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”
He nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Yes. Yes, ma’am.”
I smiled, closing the distance between us again. “Good boy.”
The words made him shiver, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of satisfaction.
“Now,” I said, my voice firm and commanding, “get on your knees.”
He dropped to the plush carpet without hesitation, looking up at me with wide, expectant eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, I brought my hand to his face, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip. His breath hitched, his gaze never leaving mine as I slid two fingers into his mouth.
“Suck,” I ordered, my voice low.
He obeyed immediately, his lips closing around my fingers, his tongue working against them in a way that made my pulse quicken. I tilted my head, studying him, watching the way he surrendered himself without hesitation.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my free hand tracing the line of his jaw. “Such a good boy for me.”
His cheeks flushed at the praise, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He was so open, so eager to please— it was intoxicating.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, letting them drag against his lips before pulling away completely. “Stand up,” I commanded, stepping back to give him room.
He rose to his feet, his movements careful, as though he were afraid of breaking the spell between us. I let my eyes wander over him again, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.
“Take off the rest,” I said, gesturing to his pants.
He hesitated for only a second before complying, his hands moving to unbutton and slide them down his hips. He stood before me, bare and vulnerable, his body a masterpiece of strength and submission, his cock already rock hard.
I stepped closer, reaching out to trail my fingers down his chest, across the hard planes of muscle. “You’re beautiful,” I said, my voice softer now, but no less authoritative.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and anticipation.
“Now,” I said, leaning in until my lips were just a breath away from his ear, “you’re going to show me just how good you can be.”
He nodded, his body quivering slightly under the weight of my gaze. I pressed my palm against his chest, applying just enough pressure to guide him backward until the edge of the bed hit the backs of his legs.
“Sit,” I commanded. He obeyed without a word, lowering himself onto the bed, his dark eyes watching me intently.
I stepped closer, climbing onto his lap and straddling him, taking control of the moment with deliberate confidence. My hands settled on his shoulders as I leaned forward, our faces just inches apart.
“Tell me,” I said softly, tilting my head to the side, “do you want this?”
“Yes, ma'am,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with unmistakable need.
“Good,” I murmured, my lips curving into a satisfied smile. “Then listen closely. You don’t move unless I tell you to. Understood?”
He nodded again, his breath catching as I slowly leaned in, brushing my lips lightly against the corner of his mouth but not quite kissing him.
I took my time, savoring the softness of his lips, the way he submitted so easily to my control. His hands hovered at his sides, twitching slightly as though he wanted to reach for me, but he didn’t. He followed my command perfectly, and it only made me want to push him further.
“Good boy,” I whispered against his mouth, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.
“You’re doing so well,” I said, my tone dripping with approval. “But we’re just getting started.”
His breathing hitched as I got off him to quickly strip naked before mounting him again and easily sinking onto his big cock.
I let my nails graze lightly down his chest, savoring the way his muscles tensed under my touch. Slowly, deliberately, I began bouncing on his cock, setting the pace, claiming control of the moment. He let out a shaky breath, his hands fisting the bedsheets at his sides, but he didn’t make a move to touch me.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” I teased, leaning in just enough to let my breath brush against his ear.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, ma'am,” he admitted, his voice strained with restraint.
“But you won’t,” I said, pulling back to look at him. “Not until I allow it. Understand?”
“Yes,” he whispered again, his eyes dark with need.
I smiled, satisfied with his compliance, and began to set the rhythm, taking what I wanted from him. He was mine in that moment, completely and utterly, and I reveled in the power of it.
Time seemed to blur as I lost myself in the sensation, my movements becoming more deliberate, more demanding. His breaths grew heavier, his body trembling beneath me as he struggled to hold back, just as I had commanded.
When I finally reached my peak and orgasmed, I let out a soft, satisfied sigh, leaning forward to rest my hands on his chest. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading, his body taut with anticipation.
“You’ve been so good,” I said, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “But tonight isn’t about you.”
His brows furrowed slightly, his lips parting as though he wanted to protest, but he stayed silent. I slid off his lap and adjusted my dress, leaving him there, breathless and undone.
“Get some rest,” I said over my shoulder as I walked toward the bathroom. “You’ll need it.”
And with that, I left him there with a stil-hard cock.
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