He was already hard when I walked into the room, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, obediently, just as I’d taught him. The flush creeping down his neck told me everything I needed to know—he’d been waiting for me, aching for me, desperate for my approval. His lips parted slightly as he caught sight of me, and I saw the way his cock twitched in his hand, a silent plea for more.I didn’t need to tie him down. He was already mine. Every inch of him belonged to me, and he knew it. His thighs trembled as he sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, the other moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Precum glistened at the tip of his cock, and I could see the way his abs flexed as he tried to hold himself together.“Look at me,” I said, my voice calm but commanding. His eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide and pleading, like a puppy begging for a treat. Good boy. He always listened so well. His hand slowed, almost stopping, as if he was afraid to move without my permission. I tilted my head, a small smile playing on my lips, and he whimpered softly, his hips jerking up instinctively.I raised a brow, and he stilled immediately, his breath catching in his throat. His hand froze on his cock, and I could see the way his entire body tensed, waiting for my next command. I took a slow step forward, closing the distance between us, and leaned down until my face was just inches from his. I didn’t touch him—not yet. I just watched him, taking in every detail: the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the way his cock twitched in his hand, the way his eyes begged for more.“Say it,” I whispered, my voice low and soft, but with an edge that made him shiver.“I… belong to you,” he stammered, his voice trembling.“Louder.”“I belong to you, Miss,” he said, louder this time, his voice breaking on the last word.I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made his cock throb in his hand. “Good boy,” I purred. “Now show me what my cock looks like when it needs to beg.”His hand moved again, slower now, shakier. Precum dripped down the head of his cock, coating his fingers as he stroked himself. He was so close—I could see it in the way his thighs clenched, in the way his breath hitched with every stroke. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. Not until I told him to.I stood there, watching him, my eyes never leaving his. “You’re so pretty like this,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “So obedient. So desperate. Do you know how proud I am of you? How much I love watching you fall apart for me?”His breath came in short, ragged gasps, and I could see the way his abs flexed as he tried to hold himself together. His hand moved faster now, but still slow enough to tease, to torture. He was holding on by a thread, and I could see the moment he started to unravel.“Miss… please… can I—” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.“No,” I said firmly, cutting him off. He whimpered, his whole body shaking as he tried to hold back. “You’ll hold it,” I continued, my voice calm but commanding. “Because it’s not yours anymore. That pleasure belongs to me. Understood?”His eyes rolled back, and he nodded frantically. “Yes, Miss,” he gasped, his voice strained.I sat down beside him on the bed, close enough that he could feel the heat of my thigh against his, but I didn’t touch him. Not yet. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered his name. He shuddered, his cock twitching in his hand, and I knew he was close—so close.“You’ll cum when I say so,” I murmured, my voice low and soft. “Not before.”“Yes, Miss,” he breathed, his voice trembling.“And when you do,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear, “you’ll remember exactly who it belongs to.”He didn’t last much longer after that. When I finally gave him permission, he fell apart completely, his body jerking as he came hard, his cum spilling over his fingers and onto the sheets. His moans were loud and desperate, and I could see the way his entire body shook with the force of his release.When it was over, he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were half-lidded, dazed and unfocused, but they found mine almost immediately.“Thank you, Miss,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but sincere.I smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. “Good boy,” I murmured. “You did so well for me.”He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as he basked in my praise. And I knew—he was mine. Completely and utterly mine.

He was already hard when I walked into the room, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, obediently, just as I’d taught him. The flush creeping down his neck told me everything I needed to know—he’d been waiting for me, aching for me, desperate for my approval. His lips parted slightly as he caught sight of me, and I saw the way his cock twitched in his hand, a silent plea for more.

I didn’t need to tie him down. He was already mine. Every inch of him belonged to me, and he knew it. His thighs trembled as he sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, the other moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Precum glistened at the tip of his cock, and I could see the way his abs flexed as he tried to hold himself together.

“Look at me,” I said, my voice calm but commanding. His eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide and pleading, like a puppy begging for a treat. _Good boy._ He always listened so well. His hand slowed, almost stopping, as if he was afraid to move without my permission. I tilted my head, a small smile playing on my lips, and he whimpered softly, his hips jerking up instinctively.

I raised a brow, and he stilled immediately, his breath catching in his throat. His hand froze on his cock, and I could see the way his entire body tensed, waiting for my next command. I took a slow step forward, closing the distance between us, and leaned down until my face was just inches from his. I didn’t touch him—not yet. I just watched him, taking in every detail: the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the way his cock twitched in his hand, the way his eyes begged for more.

“Say it,” I whispered, my voice low and soft, but with an edge that made him shiver.

“I… belong to you,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

“Louder.”

“I belong to you, Miss,” he said, louder this time, his voice breaking on the last word.

I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made his cock throb in his hand. “Good boy,” I purred. “Now show me what my cock looks like when it needs to beg.”

His hand moved again, slower now, shakier. Precum dripped down the head of his cock, coating his fingers as he stroked himself. He was so close—I could see it in the way his thighs clenched, in the way his breath hitched with every stroke. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. Not until I told him to.

I stood there, watching him, my eyes never leaving his. “You’re so pretty like this,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “So obedient. So desperate. Do you know how proud I am of you? How much I love watching you fall apart for me?”

His breath came in short, ragged gasps, and I could see the way his abs flexed as he tried to hold himself together. His hand moved faster now, but still slow enough to tease, to torture. He was holding on by a thread, and I could see the moment he started to unravel.

“Miss… please… can I—” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” I said firmly, cutting him off. He whimpered, his whole body shaking as he tried to hold back. “You’ll hold it,” I continued, my voice calm but commanding. “Because it’s not yours anymore. That pleasure belongs to me. Understood?”

His eyes rolled back, and he nodded frantically. “Yes, Miss,” he gasped, his voice strained.

I sat down beside him on the bed, close enough that he could feel the heat of my thigh against his, but I didn’t touch him. Not yet. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered his name. He shuddered, his cock twitching in his hand, and I knew he was close—so close.

“You’ll cum when I say so,” I murmured, my voice low and soft. “Not before.”

“Yes, Miss,” he breathed, his voice trembling.

“And when you do,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear, “you’ll remember exactly who it belongs to.”

He didn’t last much longer after that. When I finally gave him permission, he fell apart completely, his body jerking as he came hard, his cum spilling over his fingers and onto the sheets. His moans were loud and desperate, and I could see the way his entire body shook with the force of his release.

When it was over, he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were half-lidded, dazed and unfocused, but they found mine almost immediately.

“Thank you, Miss,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but sincere.

I smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. “Good boy,” I murmured. “You did so well for me.”

He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as he basked in my praise. And I knew—he was mine. Completely and utterly mine.

Told him how pretty he looked like this. How proud I was of his obedience. How no one else would ever get to see him fall apart like this, because he was mine. Mine to watch, mine to control, mine to ruin when I felt like it.
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I told him he belonged to me.

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