Every nerve in her body screamed at her to move higher, to taste, to suck, to take what she had begged for—but she didn’t. Couldn’t. Not until he allowed it.
Julian’s hand slid lower, resting on her head.
She didn’t dare lift her eyes.
Only kissed where she was told.
His fingers curled in her hair, and he held her still for a long, suffocating moment, watching the desperate way her body moved to gain his approval.
He leaned in, his breath caressing the top of her ear. Tightening his grip in her hair, he pulled her forward.
Her face dipped lower, her lips brushing the base of his cock, and this time—
He let her.
“Ah….” A small, choked sound escaped her throat as she opened her mouth and pressed a kiss to it.
Then another.
Then her tongue.
“Mmm…”
She tasted him—finally—and it wrecked her. Her eyes fluttered shut, tears welling in her eyes. She moaned, low and hungry, letting her tongue lick along his length like worship.
Julian didn’t move.
He let her work for it.
She had to serve him with her mouth—kiss and lick and moan, her collar clinking softly with each motion.
Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in. She tried to take more, but he held her back with a hand in her hair.
Slow.
She obeyed, her breath hot and wet as she kissed and licked.
“Mmm… ohh… please…”
Finally, he let her take the tip between her lips.
Her gasp turned into a moan as her lips slid down, taking him inch by inch.
She gagged slightly but pushed on, tears spilling now, face ruined with need and spit and shame and joy.
All because he let her continue.
Eliz’s mouth moved with hunger, lips sealing around his cock as her tongue swirled and flicked.
“Mmm… ah… nnnh…”
Her hands gripped his thighs further, almost painfully, trying to anchor herself against the overwhelming flood of sensation consuming her. Her breath hitched repeatedly, a shiver rushing through her with each motion of her mouth.
Julian’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her firmly. He leaned back, watching her worship with a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. He was both her master and her tormentor, savoring the control he wielded.
The room filled with the sound of her moans, the slick wetness of her mouth, and the soft clinking of her collar as she moved beneath him.
She was utterly lost — reduced to this state .
He didn’t rush her. Didn’t give her mercy.
He let the moment stretch, making her earn every inch, every gasp, every tiny moan of approval.
Eliz moved expertly, seeking to please, to prove herself worthy. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze for a brief second before falling closed again.
“Mmm… please… more…”
Julian’s smirk deepened.
“Yes, my pet,” he murmured, “show me everything you’ve got.”
Her lips moved lower, her mouth parting wider as she reached his balls.
She pressed a kiss there.
Then another.
Resting her face there, she snuggled into him like this was holy ground. Her tongue flicked, tasting the salt of skin, the heat of him.
“Mnnn..…” Her moans deepened.
Julian’s legs shifted wider, and she didn’t hesitate.
Her tongue dragged along his sac with aching slowness, lips pressing kisses between flicks, letting the taste linger on her tongue. She suckled softly, all while her hands clutched his thighs to steady herself against the rising storm inside her.
This is who I am now. Her body screamed it with every motion.
Julian watched from above, cock twitching in her mouth’s absence, his fist tight around her hair but not pulling. Just holding.
She moved closer, her nose brushing the base of his cock as her lips parted to take one of his balls into her mouth.
Julian’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her exactly where he wanted. His thighs tensed, the only sign of his pleasure beyond the faint hitch in his breath.
Her eyes fluttered shut, tears prickling at the corners as she moved to his other ball, kissing it with the same worshipful care. Her lips sealed around it, taking it gently into her mouth, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin.
But then, without warning, he yanked her back by the collar, forcing her face away from him. Her lips glistened, wet with spit and cum.
“Enough,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He stood, towering over her, the rope still coiled in his hand. “You’ve earned this.”
Eliz’s breath hitched, her body trembling as he stepped behind her. The rope unfurled, its rough texture brushing her skin as he looped it around her wrists. He pulled tight, binding her hands behind her back, the knots tight but not painful.
“Face the desk,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for defiance.
She stumbled forward, her knees weak, the silk gown riding up to expose her ass fully. The cool edge of the desk pressed against her thighs as she bent forward, her breasts flattening against the surface.
She was completely exposed and vulnerable.
Julian’s hand grazed her hip, his touch deceptively gentle. “You came here to seduce me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But you’re the one who’s broken.”
His fingers trailed above her thighs, caressing the skin, making her jolt at the sudden contact. Her thighs parted instinctively, her betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest.
“You’re dripping,” Julian said, his voice laced with cruel amusement. His fingers slid between her legs, brushing her folds with agonizing slowness, collecting her juices. “Look at you. Begging for it without a word.”
Eliz whimpered, her face burning with shame. “Please…” The word slipped out, raw and desperate, her pride crumbling under the weight of her need.
“Please what?” he taunted, his fingers pausing just at her entrance, teasing but not entering. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
Her lips trembled, her voice barely a whisper. “I want… you to fuck me, Master.”
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