Take charge

He's so close to you. So close. His breath on your neck, the heat of his body just behind you, just out of reach-

You can't resist. You step backward into him, your plump ass pressing against him first as the rest of you leans in, laying your slender torso against the wrought iron of his abs and - you feel him between your cheeks, the thick piston of his cock, already erect, its shaft separating your generous cushion and its broad head pressing against your spine. Holy shit, he's enormous - you barely have time to form the thought before his hand closes around your throat.

"Did I tell you to do that?" His deep voice rumbles right up against your ear as he holds you in a forceful grip, your entire body at his mercy. He isn't **** you, just... holding you. Letting you know that he could.

You know he can feel the shudder that passes through your body, half fear and half raw sexual desire, shaking your ass against his cock. "I'm sorry, Adrian-"

His voice whips against your ear. "Adrian is what my clients call me. Clients follow my instruction. Have you followed my instruction?" You mewl a frustrated, sexual moan that loosely functions as a "no", too turned on by his massive hand at your throat and his titanic cock massaging your ass as he slowly, leisurely thrusts up... and down... and up... and down...

"If you can't follow instruction, you must be taught to obey. That makes you a student, not a client... and students call me Master." As the word leaves his lips, his breath hot on your ear, he pauses his stroking, an upstroke against your ass as you wait, **** for a downstroke, wriggling, humping backwards against him.

"Say it." He squeezes your neck as you squeal in frustration, begging him like an animal in heat to drop the pretense and fuck you with all the raw power in his majestic body.

"... Master." Precum jets from your meager cock as he strokes his hard dick down, resting the hard head of his massive python square on the hungry ring of your asshole. You reach a hand to play with yourself-

His other arm grabs your's as if he read your mind. "You will come when I tell you to. Now... serve me."

And you do, gyrating into his dick, throwing back your ass against him with every lustful nerve in your brain screaming for him to take you, to make you his bitch. With one curl of his mighty paw, he tilts your head all the way back to look at him as you grind. In his piercing eyes there is no pleasure, just cruel, detached judgment as he leans forward and spits in your face.

"Do better."

His saliva trickles down your chin. Devastated, you stare back... and then double down, clenching your ass against him, reaching back with both hands to guide him, pleasure him... but how?