“Please… can you fuck me…?”

The words escape your mouth before you can properly consider them. What were you asking?! In truth a growing part of you wants to be beside Rene, bent over a chair, your lovely thick former cock thrusting deep and hard into your new tight quim. Arms tied. An utter fuck toy. The twinge in your sex informs you that this is more than a passing desire. It is a **** need. You want to be fucked.

“My dear, what you forget is that I am in charge now. I control you. I decide when you get fucked. I’ve spent to much of my life bending to the will of others. It’s my turn. Your petty desires don’t count at all… now get back to sucking my cock bitch…” he informs you confidently.

You nod. Your lack of control in this situation acts to heighten your arousal. Being objectified and dominated, you carnal desires thwarted is it’s own aphrodisiac for you now.

He grips you firmly and gently, a handful of your lustrous hair, guiding your sensual feminine mouth to his glans. You lick the underside and then take him into your mouth with a growing giddiness in the pit of your stomach. Being on your knees never felt so good.