I’d start by commanding you to stand in front of me, my voice low and firm as I tell you exactly how tonight is going to go. You’d obey, knowing you’re mine to control. I’d slowly undress you, every movement deliberate, making you feel exposed and vulnerable under my gaze.

Once you’re bare, I’d guide you to the bed, pushing you down firmly. My hand would grip your chin, forcing you to look into my eyes as I tell you to stay still and take whatever I give you. You’d nod, breathless, craving my control.

I’d tie your wrists to the bedposts, the ropes tight enough that you can’t move, leaving you completely at my mercy. Then, I’d start teasing you, dragging my fingertips over your skin, watching you squirm as you anticipate what’s coming next. When I finally move between your legs, I’d take my time, using my tongue to drive you wild, but never letting you forget who’s in charge.

You’d be moaning, begging for more, but I’d keep you on the edge, controlling your pleasure until you’re nearly desperate. But then, I’d see that glint in your eyes—the one that tells me you want more than just submission.

You’d start to fight against the restraints, your body trembling with desire, and in that moment, the power I held over you would start to slip. With a sudden surge of energy, you’d twist your body and break free from the ropes, your hands now gripping my hair as you pull me up to face you. The balance of power would shift in an instant, and you’d make sure I knew it.

You’d push me back, your strength and determination taking me by surprise. In a flash, you’d have me bound, my wrists secured just as yours were moments before. You’d straddle me, your thighs tight around my head as you take control, riding my face with a fierceness that leaves no doubt who’s in charge now. You’d be rough, dominating me with your movements, using me to get exactly what you want, and I’d be completely at your mercy, just like you were at mine.

You’d straddle me with an intensity that left no doubt who was in control, grinding against my face with a relentless rhythm that drove you closer and closer to the edge. I’d feel your thighs tighten around my head as you rode me, your moans growing louder, more urgent, as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Your scent would fill my senses, every movement pushing you closer to that point of no return.

As you reached your peak, I’d feel you tremble, your entire body tensing as you came hard, soaking my face with your release. You wouldn’t stop there, though. You’d continue grinding against me, marking me with your scent, claiming every last bit of dominance in that moment.

But as you were lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm, I’d find my opening. With a sudden burst of strength, I’d twist my body beneath you, flipping us over in one swift motion. You’d gasp in surprise as I pinned you down, using the last remnants of the rope to tie your wrists above your head once more.

You’d struggle, trying to regain control, but I wouldn’t let you. I’d press my body against yours, my hand wrapping around your throat, just enough pressure to remind you of who’s in charge now. My other hand would grip your thigh, spreading your legs wide as I position myself between them.

Without hesitation, I’d thrust into you, deep and hard, the force of it making you cry out. I’d keep you pinned beneath me, my hand still around your throat as I take what’s mine, driving into you again and again, each thrust more powerful than the last. You’d try to fight back, your body arching, legs wrapping around me in an attempt to flip us over again, but I’d be relentless, keeping you exactly where I want you.

You’d feel the intensity of my control in every movement, in the way I fill you, in the way I hold you down, not allowing you an inch of freedom. Your attempts to resist would only spur me on, my grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you gasp, my thrusts growing even more forceful, each one driving you closer to another climax.

I’d watch as your defiance melts into submission, your body betraying you as it responds to the pleasure, your moans becoming desperate once more. I’d feel you tighten around me, your body trembling with the need for release, and I’d know you’re close, so close.

Just when you think you can’t take any more, I’d slam into you one final time, burying myself deep inside you as I reach my own release, groaning your name as I fill you completely. You’d come undone beneath me, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm, your walls pulsing around me as we finish together.

As we both come down from the high, I’d release my grip on your throat, leaning down to kiss you, my lips claiming yours with the same intensity that marked our entire encounter. You’d be breathless, spent, and utterly at my mercy once more.