Devoted To Your Pleasure

You travel across oceans, across time, just to see me. You dont know what awaits you—but I do.

The door to my home is open, an unspoken invitation. you step inside, your heels clicking against the floor, your body is wrapped in a sleek trench coat, concealing the curves I've longed to unveil.

But before you can call my name— I'm behind you.

Clad in nothing but a silk robe, I pull you close, your back flush against my bare chest. you gasp, but you dont resist—you never do.

Without hesitation, I slide the trench coat off your shoulders. It pools at your feet, leaving you in just a lacy bra, a thong, and that delicate chain resting against your collarbone.

Your husband's name.

I smirk as I blindfold you, taking away your sight. Then, with deliberate care, I bind your wrists to the curtain rod. you are mine to admire now— your body is gleaming in the dim light, curves begging to be worshipped.

I step forward, pressing my lips to that chain, right where his name kisses your skin. you shiver, but not from the cold.

With my thumb, I tease your nipples through the lace. I feel them harden beneath my touch, aching to be kissed, sucked, devoured— but not yet. Not yet.

I drop to my knees, settling between your legs. you are helpless above me, suspended, exposed. I slide your thong down slowly, making you feel every inch of my control.

I part your thighs—wider, wider still—until there's nothing left to hide. your mound is neatly trimmed, glistening in the soft light. I lean in, inhaling your scent, your need, your desperation.

you feel my breath on her, and you moan—a plea, a surrender.

My tongue finds your clit, a soft flick— just enough to make you shudder. you are already wet. Already mine.

I grip your hips and dive deep, thanking you the only way you deserve. My tongue moves with purpose, with devotion, lapping, tasting, claiming.

You weep pleasure-- trembling, shivering, your cries of ecstasy filling the room. your body shakes against the binds, your thighs clench, your breath hitches— and then you break.

Your release floods over me, drenching my face, my neck— but I don't stop. Not when you are this raw, this undone.

You beg, gasping, "Please... I can't take any more."

I rise, gripping your neck, pulling you into a deep, ravenous kiss. you taste yourself on my lips, and I whisper—

"It's not yet over."

you hang there, wrists bound, legs trembling, your body still recovering. But I'm not done—not even close.

Your breath is ragged, your skin flushed, your thighs slick with proof of her surrender. You came undone on my tongue, but I can feel it— Your body still craves more.

I run my hands down your trembling sides, slow, teasing, reminding you— You may have begged me to stop, but I decide when it ends.

You're still dripping, tracing a finger along your inner thigh, gathering the evidence of your pleasure. Blindfolded, you shudder at the sensation. I bring my fingers to your lips.

"Taste yourself."

You part your mouth, taking them in, sucking obediently. The sight alone makes me ache. The way your tongue swirls around my fingers— You know exactly what you are doing.

Enough teasing.

I step behind you, pressing my body against your back. You feel the silk of my robe—then the heat of my skin, because now, it's gone.

I slide a hand down, between your legs. You gasp, arch, but you can't move— your arms still bound above you, your body is completely mine.

I rub slow, steady circles against your clit, letting you ride the edge of pleasure again. your legs shake, your hips roll against my hand, desperate for more.

But I hold back.

"You want me?" I ask against you, my voice dark, teasing. you nod, breathless.

I grip your jaw, turning your face toward mine. "Say it."

Your lips part, your voice weak— "Yes...please."

That's when I take U.

With one swift move, I lift you up, your legs wrapping around me as I press you against the wall. Still blindfolded, still helpless, you feel me— thick, hard, pressing against your entrance.

I tease you, letting the tip glide through your slick heat, until you are whimpering, pleading. Only then do I thrust in—deep, hard, filling you completely.

You gasp, shatter, melt into me. I grip your hips, holding your in place, taking you slow at first, then harder— your back pressed against the wall, your body begging for more.

your chain swings between us, your husband's name glinting in the dim light. The sight sends a rush of power through me.

Do you moan like this for him? Do you beg him like you beg for me?

I pull you deeper onto me, claiming every inch. Each thrust pulls another cry from your lips, another plea, another surrender.

You tightens around me, your nails digging into my back. You are close—I can feel it. I grip your throat lightly, tilting your head up.

"Cum for me."

Your body tenses, then breaks apart. You shudder, convulse, fall into pure bliss, your release milking every last inch of me.

And I let go—filling you, claiming you, marking you.

When it's over, I don't let you go. I hold you against me, feeling your rapid breath, the warmth of your skin, the way you still cling to me.

I brush my lips over your ear. "Now... it's over."

For now.