You already know, Dana

Dana’s eyes flash with amusement at your response, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low purr.

“Oh, I do? How interesting...” Her fingers trace along your chest now, lightly running up the buttons of your shirt. “And what if I told you that I have something very specific in mind for tomorrow?”

Her eyes meet yours, holding them captive as she leans in close, her lips barely a breath away from yours. “What if I told you that I’m going to give you exactly what you want... and then some.”

She leans back slightly, her gaze never leaving yours. “But first,” she whispers, “you’re going to have to earn it.”

“What do you have planned for tomorrow, Dana?” Your voice is rough with anticipation as you lean into her touch.

Dana’s smile widens, catlike. “Patience, Mark,” she murmurs, her fingers trailing up to your chin, tilting your head back to look at her. “First things first.”

“On your knees, Mark,” she commands softly, her voice laced with authority.

You hesitate for a moment, but the firmness in her command leaves no room for argument. You slowly lower yourself to your knees before her, your gaze never leaving hers.

Dana reaches up, tracing her fingers along the neckline of her robe again, her eyes locked onto yours. She takes her time, letting anticipation build between you as she teases you, knowing you want to see the rest of her body hiding under the emerald silk.

She steps closer still, until her hips are mere inches from your face. She reaches down, her fingers tracing the small triangle at the front of her panties.

“Now,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “show me how much you want this.”

She presses her hips forward, pushing your face against the warm, damp fabric of her panties. You feel the heat of her body radiating through the thin cotton, her scent filling your nostrils as she grinds against you, taking control completely.

After several long moments, she steps back, allowing you to catch your breath. A slow, satisfied smile plays across her lips as she looks down at you, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Good boy,” she murmurs softly, tracing her fingers along your jawline once more. “But we’re not done yet.”

She presses down on your shoulders with both hands, guiding you gently but firmly backwards until your back hits the floor. She straddles you, her knees on either side of your head as she looks down at you, a slow, wicked smile playing across her lips.

“Now,” she purrs, “let’s see how well you can control your breathing.”

And with that, she lowers herself down, pressing her panty covered crotch against your mouth and nose, effectively cutting off your air supply. She rocks gently back and forth, a low moan escaping her lips as she grinds against your face.

“Remember,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire, “you’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so. Understand?”

You nod slightly, the fabric of her panties muffling your response as you struggle to breathe through your nose. The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with anticipation as Dana begins to grind on your face, her body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that threatens to consume you both.

“Now,” she says softly, while slightly lifting off of you, “show me how much you want it.” She commands while pulling her panties aside and lower herself back onto your face.

You find yourself helplessly pinned beneath Dana’s lithe, powerful form as she lowers herself onto your face. Her scent is intoxicating, the heat of her body overwhelming as she grinds against you, demanding your full attention.

“Show me how bad you want it,” she commands softly, her voice barely audible over the blood pounding in your ears.

You comply, sticking out your tongue and tentatively exploring her. Dana lets out a low, approving hum, shifting her hips to give you better access as she begins to ride your face.

“Good,” she murmurs, her fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you exactly where she wants you. “That’s it... just like that.”

Your cock strains painfully against your pants, **** for release as you feel her muscles tighten around you once more, this time with a sudden, violent **** that leaves no doubt about how close she is to coming undone.

Your hands instinctively reach up, gripping her thighs for support as Dana sets a steady rhythm, her hips moving with practiced ease. You feel the muscles of her inner thighs flexing and releasing as she moves, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps above you.

You focus your tongue on her clit, circling it slowly at first, then increasing pressure and speed as Dana’s breathing grows heavier. Her grip on your hair tightens, her hips bucking against your face as she nears the edge.

“Fuck, Mark,” she hisses, her voice barely controlled. “Just like that... don’t stop...”

You feel her body tense above you, her thighs squeezing around your head as she lets out a low, guttural moan. Her orgasm washes over her in waves, her hips grinding against your face as she rides it out, milking every last ounce of pleasure from the moment.

Finally, she collapses forward, her body going limp as she catches her breath. She sits there for a long moment, her heart pounding above you as she recovers.

“Good boy,” she murmurs softly, her fingers tracing along your jawline once more. “You may have just earned yourself a reward tomorrow.”

Your cock is rock-hard, throbbing painfully against your jeans as you desperately fight the urge to touch yourself.

She stands up, leaving you lying there, your face damp with her arousal.

“Dana,” you growl, your voice barely controlled as you push yourself up onto your elbows, “you can’t just leave me like this.” She turns around, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she takes in your predicament. “Oh, I think I can,” she says softly, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her lips. You reach down, your fingers brushing against the fly of your jeans as you begin to pop the buttons open, **** for some kind of release.

“Don’t even think about it,” Dana warns, her voice suddenly cold and sharp. “You didn’t earn that pleasure, Mark.”

You freeze, your hand hovering over the tent in your pants as you look up at her, a mix of frustration and desperation in your eyes. “But... but I need-” you start to protest, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Need what?” Dana challenges, taking a step closer. “To cum? To find some kind of release?” She shakes her head slowly, her gaze never leaving yours.

“You’ll get nothing until I say so. Understand?” You hesitate for a moment, then nod slowly, your hand falling away from your jeans as you give in to her command.

“Good boy,” Dana murmurs, her voice softening once more. “Now, stay there and think about what tomorrow might bring.”

With a fluid, effortlessly graceful motion, she catches the lapels of the robe and pulls them back together, tying the silk belt into a firm knot once more, sealing away the view as quickly as she had offered it. She turns and walks away, leaving you alone on the floor of your cabin, aching with desire and **** for release, but completely under her control.