The bathroom light was soft and golden, casting a glow on my bare thighs as I sat on the edge of the counter. My robe was loose, barely holding on by one lazy knot, and my legs were parted—just enough to tease him. He was kneeling in front of me, eyes wide, lips shiny from the work he'd already done. His face was flushed. Hands resting on my knees. Waiting. Hoping.“Why’d you stop?” I asked, arching a brow. “Did I say you could stop?”He swallowed. “I thought maybe you—”I leaned forward, cupped his chin, and dragged my thumb across his bottom lip. “I didn’t ask for excuses,” I said, soft but firm. “I told you to shut up… and keep licking.”That did something to him. His eyes darkened, his breath quickened, and the next second his mouth was back on me.Slow, obedient, worshipful.My fingers threaded through his hair, guiding him, holding him in place as he worked his tongue like I taught him. Long, slow strokes at first, then gentle flicks right where I liked it. He whimpered a little when I pulled on his hair, but I knew it wasn’t from pain. It was need. That sweet desperation he had for my praise, for the taste of me, for the way I sighed when he hit just the right spot.“Good boy,” I whispered, rolling my hips against his face. “Just like that.”I saw his cock twitch in his shorts. Poor thing. So hard. So needy. But this wasn’t about him, not yet. I was in charge tonight. He was here to serve.“You’re not stopping until I say so,” I added, one hand gripping the edge of the counter as the pleasure built again. “Understood?”He nodded—mouth still full of me.The wet sounds, the soft hum of the fan, and my breathy moans filled the room. I felt his tongue pick up rhythm again, eager, focused, his hands gripping my thighs like he was afraid I might pull away.But I didn’t. I rode his face, slow and steady, grinding into his mouth with purpose.“God… yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Don’t you dare stop. Not when I’m this close.”And he didn’t. He gave me everything.My climax hit hard. My thighs locked around his head, and I cried out, my back arching off the counter as the orgasm pulsed through me. I kept him there, pressed tight against me until the wave faded.Finally, I let go of his hair and looked down at him.His face was a mess—wet, flushed, dazed.I smiled and cupped his cheek.“See? Was that so hard?” I said, voice softening.He just nodded, licking his lips, eyes full of lust and something else—devotion.I gently patted his head like he was my favorite pet.“You did good,” I murmured. “Now clean me up.”And without hesitation, he leaned back in.His tongue was warm and insistent, lapping up every drop of me with a hunger that made my toes curl. I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my fingers still tangled in his hair, guiding him where I wanted him to go. He was so eager, so willing, and it turned me on more than I cared to admit.“That’s it,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “Get every last bit.”He moaned against me, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. I could feel his cock straining against his shorts, desperate for attention, but I wasn’t ready to give it to him yet. This was about me, about my pleasure, and he knew it.When he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with desire. I reached down and wiped a stray drop from his chin, then brought my finger to his lips.“Suck,” I commanded.He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth closing around my finger as he sucked it clean. The sight of him like that—submissive, devoted—made my core clench with need.“Good boy,” I murmured, pulling my finger away. “Now stand up.”He did as he was told, rising to his feet with a look of anticipation in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulling him closer until he was standing between my legs.“You’ve been so good,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “Do you want your reward?”He nodded eagerly, his hands gripping my hips as if he couldn’t wait another second.I smiled and leaned back slightly, letting my robe fall open completely. His eyes dropped to my chest, and I could see the hunger in them.“Touch me,” I said, my voice a low purr.His hands moved immediately, cupping my breasts and squeezing gently. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as his thumbs brushed over my nipples.“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathed, my head falling back as he continued to tease me. “But I think you can do better.”I reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand lower until his fingers were brushing against my wetness. He groaned at the contact, his cock twitching in his shorts.“Feel how wet you made me?” I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. “All because of your tongue.”He didn’t need any more encouragement. His fingers slid inside me easily, curling just right to hit that spot that made me see stars. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand as he started to move.“Yes,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that. Fuck me with your fingers.”He obeyed, his pace quickening as he worked me into a frenzy. I could feel the tension building inside me again, my body trembling with need.“I’m close,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”He didn’t. His fingers moved faster, deeper, until I was crying out his name, my body convulsing with pleasure as another orgasm ripped through me.When it was over, I slumped against him, my breathing ragged. He held me close, his fingers still inside me as if he didn’t want to let go.“You’re so fucking good at that,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck. “But I think it’s time for your reward.”I reached down and finally freed his cock from his shorts, wrapping my hand around it and giving it a firm squeeze. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward instinctively.“You’ve been so patient,” I said, stroking him slowly. “Do you want to fuck me?”He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading with me.“Then take me,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider. “Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about.”He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before positioning himself between my legs.“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. “Fuck me,” I breathed. “Make me yours.”He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. We both moaned in unison, the feeling of him filling me completely overwhelming.“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move.I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps.“Harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back. “Fuck me harder.”He obliged, his pace quickening as he drove into me with a force that made me see stars. I could feel another orgasm building inside me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.“I’m gonna cum,” I panted, my voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop.”He didn’t. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, until we were both crying out as we came together, our bodies shuddering with the intensity of it all.When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily as we tried to catch our breath.“That was…” he started, but I cut him off with a kiss.“Shut up,” I whispered against his lips. “And keep fucking me.”

The bathroom light was soft and golden, casting a glow on my bare thighs as I sat on the edge of the counter. My robe was loose, barely holding on by one lazy knot, and my legs were parted—just enough to tease him. He was kneeling in front of me, eyes wide, lips shiny from the work he'd already done. His face was flushed. Hands resting on my knees. Waiting. Hoping.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked, arching a brow. “Did I say you could stop?”

He swallowed. “I thought maybe you—”

I leaned forward, cupped his chin, and dragged my thumb across his bottom lip. “I didn’t ask for excuses,” I said, soft but firm. “I told you to shut up… and keep licking.”

That did something to him. His eyes darkened, his breath quickened, and the next second his mouth was back on me.

Slow, obedient, worshipful.

My fingers threaded through his hair, guiding him, holding him in place as he worked his tongue like I taught him. Long, slow strokes at first, then gentle flicks right where I liked it. He whimpered a little when I pulled on his hair, but I knew it wasn’t from pain. It was need. That sweet desperation he had for my praise, for the taste of me, for the way I sighed when he hit just the right spot.

“Good boy,” I whispered, rolling my hips against his face. “Just like that.”

I saw his cock twitch in his shorts. Poor thing. So hard. So needy. But this wasn’t about him, not yet. I was in charge tonight. He was here to serve.

“You’re not stopping until I say so,” I added, one hand gripping the edge of the counter as the pleasure built again. “Understood?”

He nodded—mouth still full of me.

The wet sounds, the soft hum of the fan, and my breathy moans filled the room. I felt his tongue pick up rhythm again, eager, focused, his hands gripping my thighs like he was afraid I might pull away.

But I didn’t. I rode his face, slow and steady, grinding into his mouth with purpose.

“God… yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Don’t you dare stop. Not when I’m this close.”

And he didn’t. He gave me everything.

My climax hit hard. My thighs locked around his head, and I cried out, my back arching off the counter as the orgasm pulsed through me. I kept him there, pressed tight against me until the wave faded.

Finally, I let go of his hair and looked down at him.

His face was a mess—wet, flushed, dazed.

I smiled and cupped his cheek.

“See? Was that so hard?” I said, voice softening.

He just nodded, licking his lips, eyes full of lust and something else—devotion.

I gently patted his head like he was my favorite pet.

“You did good,” I murmured. “Now clean me up.”

And without hesitation, he leaned back in.

His tongue was warm and insistent, lapping up every drop of me with a hunger that made my toes curl. I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my fingers still tangled in his hair, guiding him where I wanted him to go. He was so eager, so willing, and it turned me on more than I cared to admit.

“That’s it,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “Get every last bit.”

He moaned against me, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. I could feel his cock straining against his shorts, desperate for attention, but I wasn’t ready to give it to him yet. This was about me, about my pleasure, and he knew it.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with desire. I reached down and wiped a stray drop from his chin, then brought my finger to his lips.

“Suck,” I commanded.

He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth closing around my finger as he sucked it clean. The sight of him like that—submissive, devoted—made my core clench with need.

“Good boy,” I murmured, pulling my finger away. “Now stand up.”

He did as he was told, rising to his feet with a look of anticipation in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulling him closer until he was standing between my legs.

“You’ve been so good,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “Do you want your reward?”

He nodded eagerly, his hands gripping my hips as if he couldn’t wait another second.

I smiled and leaned back slightly, letting my robe fall open completely. His eyes dropped to my chest, and I could see the hunger in them.

“Touch me,” I said, my voice a low purr.

His hands moved immediately, cupping my breasts and squeezing gently. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as his thumbs brushed over my nipples.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathed, my head falling back as he continued to tease me. “But I think you can do better.”

I reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand lower until his fingers were brushing against my wetness. He groaned at the contact, his cock twitching in his shorts.

“Feel how wet you made me?” I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. “All because of your tongue.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His fingers slid inside me easily, curling just right to hit that spot that made me see stars. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand as he started to move.

“Yes,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that. Fuck me with your fingers.”

He obeyed, his pace quickening as he worked me into a frenzy. I could feel the tension building inside me again, my body trembling with need.

“I’m close,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His fingers moved faster, deeper, until I was crying out his name, my body convulsing with pleasure as another orgasm ripped through me.

When it was over, I slumped against him, my breathing ragged. He held me close, his fingers still inside me as if he didn’t want to let go.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck. “But I think it’s time for your reward.”

I reached down and finally freed his cock from his shorts, wrapping my hand around it and giving it a firm squeeze. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward instinctively.

“You’ve been so patient,” I said, stroking him slowly. “Do you want to fuck me?”

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading with me.

“Then take me,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider. “Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before positioning himself between my legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. “Fuck me,” I breathed. “Make me yours.”

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. We both moaned in unison, the feeling of him filling me completely overwhelming.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps.

“Harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, his pace quickening as he drove into me with a force that made me see stars. I could feel another orgasm building inside me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” I panted, my voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, until we were both crying out as we came together, our bodies shuddering with the intensity of it all.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily as we tried to catch our breath.

“That was…” he started, but I cut him off with a kiss.

“Shut up,” I whispered against his lips. “And keep fucking me.”

A dominant woman commands her submissive partner to pleasure her in a steamy bathroom encounter, exploring themes of control and devotion. She takes charge, guiding him with precise instructions and enjoying his eager obedience, leading to intense mutual satisfaction. The narrative delves into power dynamics, sensual acts, and the fulfillment of desires through explicit commands and passionate responses.

I told him to shut up and keep licking

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