Makes Him Agree To Be Her

Mrs. Thompson’s hand tightened around his cock, her grip bordering on painful, but it only made him throb harder. His hips bucked uncontrollably, the need for release clawing at him like a wild animal. Her breath was hot against his ear, her lips brushing his skin as she whispered, “Beg louder.”

“Please, Mrs. Thompson,” he gasped, his voice trembling with desperation. “Please, let me cum. I’ll do anything, just...” His words were cut off as her fingers dug into his thigh, sharp and commanding.

“Anything?” she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. She slowed her strokes, her hand moving agonizingly slow now, teasing him with the faintest pressure. “You sound ****, Pastor. Is this what you’ve been hiding under that holy facade? A pathetic little man who’ll beg for release like a dog?”

He whimpered, his pride shattered, but the ache between his legs was too much to care. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I’m ****. Please. I need it.”

She smirked, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Good. You’re learning.” Her hand stopped completely, and he groaned in frustration, his cock twitching against her palm. “But you don’t get to cum yet. Not until I say so.”

Before he could protest, her other hand shot out, smacking his balls with a sharp, stinging slap. He cried out, a mix of pain and shock coursing through him, his body instinctively curling in on itself. But she didn’t let him retreat, her hand gripping his cock again, keeping him on edge.

“Do you remember what I said, Pastor?” she asked, her voice cold and commanding. “You’re mine now. My little toy. And toys don’t get to decide when they cum. I decide.”

He nodded frantically, his mind fogged with a mix of pain, humiliation, and arousal. “Y-yes,” he stammered. “I’m yours. Just... please, don’t stop.”

She chuckled, low and dark, her fingers trailing up and down his shaft, just enough to keep him writhing. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight,” she murmured. “But don’t think for a second that this means you’re in control. You’re not. From now on, every part of you belongs to me.”

Her hand tightened around him again, and he moaned, his hips thrusting into her grip. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “And if you ever disobey me, if you ever try to take what’s not yours…” Her other hand drifted lower, her nails grazing his balls in a threat that made him shiver. “I’ll make sure you regret it.”

He nodded again, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she stroked him slowly, torturously. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “Now, let’s see how well you can serve me.”

In one fluid motion, she climbed off him, pulling him up by the arm. His legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand, but she didn’t seem to care, dragging him over to her desk. She sat down on the edge, spreading her legs as she leaned back, her dress riding up to expose her sheer black panties.

“Get on your knees,” she commanded, her voice sharp and unyielding.

He obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of her. The floor was cold and hard beneath him, but he barely noticed, his attention entirely focused on her. She reached down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her legs. The scent of her arousal hit him immediately, heady and intoxicating, and he felt his cock twitch in response.

She spread her legs wider, her fingers parting her folds to reveal her glistening, swollen flesh. “Lick,” she ordered, her voice cold and commanding.

He hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, his tongue darting out to taste her. She let out a low moan, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. His tongue pressed against her clit, swirling around the sensitive nub as he lapped at her eagerly.

“Harder,” she gasped, her hips grinding against his face. He obeyed, his tongue working over her with increasing urgency, his hands gripping her thighs for support. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice shaking. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He didn’t, his mouth moving faster, his tongue pressing against her clit with relentless pressure. Her grip tightened in his hair, and she let out a sharp cry as her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing as she came. He kept his mouth on her, lapping at her through her climax until she was panting, her grip on his hair loosening.

She leaned back, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “Not bad for a first try,” she purred, her voice soft but laced with amusement.

She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock again. His breath hitched as she began to stroke him, her touch firm, deliberate. His hips bucked, his body **** for release.

“Do you want to cum, Pastor?” she asked, her voice a low purr.

“Yes,” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “Please.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please, let me cum.”

Her hand tightened around his cock, and he felt the pressure building, his body teetering on the edge. But just as he was about to tip over, she stopped again, her hand pulling away.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice cold and commanding. “You’ll cum when I tell you to. Not a moment sooner.”

He groaned in frustration, his cock throbbing with need, but he didn’t dare argue. She stood up, her hand gripping his chin as she **** him to look up at her.

“You’re mine now, Pastor,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “And I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”