The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the faint sound of his breathing, heavy and uneven, as he knelt before me. His eyes were wide, almost pleading, his lips parted like he was already imagining the taste of me. I didn’t need to say much. He’d dropped to his knees the moment I gave him that look, the one that always worked, the one that told him I was in charge now—and he loved it.“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other. I took my time, letting the silence stretch between us, letting him squirm. His hands twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to touch himself. “Are you going to be good?”He nodded quickly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, ma’am.”I smirked, letting the word hang in the air for a moment before I uncrossed my legs and spread them slowly, deliberately, just enough to give him a glimpse of what he wanted. His breath hitched, and I could see the way his body tensed, the way his shoulders rolled forward like he was trying to keep himself steady. Good boy.I didn’t touch him. Not yet. Instead, I trailed a finger along the inside of my thigh, watching as his eyes followed every movement. His lips parted further, his tongue darting out to wet them, and I could see the way his cock strained against his pants, already hard, already leaking. He was such a mess, and I hadn’t even done anything yet.“Take it out,” I said, my voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that left no room for hesitation. His hands moved immediately, fumbling with his belt, his zipper, and then he was pulling himself free, his cock standing thick and heavy against his stomach. His skin was flushed, his breathing shallow, and I could see the way his thighs trembled as he fought to stay still.“Hands behind your back,” I added, and he obeyed without question, his arms moving slowly as he laced his fingers together at the base of his spine. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes locked on me, and I could see the hunger there, the desperation. He was waiting for me to give him the word, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.I leaned forward slightly, just enough to let the neckline of my dress dip, just enough to give him a better view. His eyes flicked down for a moment before snapping back up to meet mine, and I smiled, slow and knowing. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” I said, my voice dripping with authority. “Do you understand?”“Yes, ma’am,” he said again, his voice rough, almost breathless. I could see the way his cock twitched at the words, the way his body seemed to shudder with the effort of holding back.I reached down, letting my fingers brush lightly over my clit, just enough to make him groan, just enough to make him squirm. His eyes were glued to me, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, and I could see the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock throbbed with every movement of my hand. He was so close already, so desperate, and I hadn’t even touched him.“Do you want to taste me?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. He nodded quickly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again, and I could see the way his body strained toward me, like he was barely holding himself back.I leaned back again, letting my legs fall open a little wider, just enough to let him see what he was missing. His eyes were wide, his lips parted, and I could see the way his cock twitched again, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was so fucking eager, and it was almost adorable.“Not yet,” I said, my voice firm, and I could see the way his body sagged slightly, like he was disappointed but still obedient. I trailed my fingers along my thigh again, letting them brush lightly over my clit, just enough to make him groan, just enough to make him squirm. “You’re going to watch me first.”His eyes never left me as I touched myself, slow and deliberate, letting him see every movement, every flick of my fingers. His breathing was ragged, his body trembling, and I could see the way his cock throbbed, desperate for release.“Please,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost broken. I smirked, letting my fingers slow, just enough to tease him, just enough to make him beg.“Please what?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking down to my hand before meeting mine again.“Please let me taste you,” he said, his voice trembling with need. I smiled, slow and knowing, and then I nodded, just once.“Come here,” I said, my voice soft but firm, and he moved immediately, crawling toward me on his knees, his hands still clasped behind his back. I could see the way his body shook with every movement, the way his cock twitched with every breath. He was so close, so desperate, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.I leaned forward slightly, letting my legs fall open a little wider, just enough to let him get close. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips brushing lightly against my thigh, and I could see the way his body tensed, the way his cock throbbed with every movement.“Not yet,” I said, my voice firm, and he froze immediately, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. I smiled, slow and knowing, and then I nodded, just once. “Now.”His mouth was on me in an instant, hot and eager, his tongue flicking against my clit with a desperation that made me moan. His hands were still clasped behind his back, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, and I could see the way his cock twitched with every movement of his tongue.“Good boy,” I murmured, my voice soft but firm, and I could see the way his body shuddered at the words, the way his cock throbbed with every breath. He was so close, so desperate, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.I reached down, letting my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, letting him feel every movement of my hips, every flick of my fingers. His tongue was relentless, his breath hot against my skin, and I could feel the way his body shook with every movement, the way his cock throbbed with every breath.“Please,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost broken, and I smirked, letting my fingers tighten in his hair, just enough to make him groan, just enough to make him squirm.“Please what?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet mine before he spoke again.“Please let me come,” he said, his voice trembling with need. I smiled, slow and knowing, and then I nodded, just once.

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the faint sound of his breathing, heavy and uneven, as he knelt before me. His eyes were wide, almost pleading, his lips parted like he was already imagining the taste of me. I didn’t need to say much. He’d dropped to his knees the moment I gave him that look, the one that always worked, the one that told him I was in charge now—and he _loved_ it.

“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other. I took my time, letting the silence stretch between us, letting him squirm. His hands twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to touch himself. “Are you going to be good?”

He nodded quickly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, ma’am.”

I smirked, letting the word hang in the air for a moment before I uncrossed my legs and spread them slowly, deliberately, just enough to give him a glimpse of what he wanted. His breath hitched, and I could see the way his body tensed, the way his shoulders rolled forward like he was trying to keep himself steady. _Good boy._

I didn’t touch him. Not yet. Instead, I trailed a finger along the inside of my thigh, watching as his eyes followed every movement. His lips parted further, his tongue darting out to wet them, and I could see the way his cock strained against his pants, already hard, already leaking. He was such a mess, and I hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Take it out,” I said, my voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that left no room for hesitation. His hands moved immediately, fumbling with his belt, his zipper, and then he was pulling himself free, his cock standing thick and heavy against his stomach. His skin was flushed, his breathing shallow, and I could see the way his thighs trembled as he fought to stay still.

“Hands behind your back,” I added, and he obeyed without question, his arms moving slowly as he laced his fingers together at the base of his spine. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes locked on me, and I could see the hunger there, the desperation. He was waiting for me to give him the word, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.

I leaned forward slightly, just enough to let the neckline of my dress dip, just enough to give him a better view. His eyes flicked down for a moment before snapping back up to meet mine, and I smiled, slow and knowing. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” I said, my voice dripping with authority. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said again, his voice rough, almost breathless. I could see the way his cock twitched at the words, the way his body seemed to shudder with the effort of holding back.

I reached down, letting my fingers brush lightly over my clit, just enough to make him groan, just enough to make him squirm. His eyes were glued to me, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, and I could see the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock throbbed with every movement of my hand. He was so close already, so desperate, and I hadn’t even touched him.

“Do you want to taste me?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. He nodded quickly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again, and I could see the way his body strained toward me, like he was barely holding himself back.

I leaned back again, letting my legs fall open a little wider, just enough to let him see what he was missing. His eyes were wide, his lips parted, and I could see the way his cock twitched again, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was so fucking eager, and it was almost adorable.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice firm, and I could see the way his body sagged slightly, like he was disappointed but still obedient. I trailed my fingers along my thigh again, letting them brush lightly over my clit, just enough to make him groan, just enough to make him squirm. “You’re going to watch me first.”

His eyes never left me as I touched myself, slow and deliberate, letting him see every movement, every flick of my fingers. His breathing was ragged, his body trembling, and I could see the way his cock throbbed, desperate for release.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost broken. I smirked, letting my fingers slow, just enough to tease him, just enough to make him beg.

“Please what?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking down to my hand before meeting mine again.

“Please let me taste you,” he said, his voice trembling with need. I smiled, slow and knowing, and then I nodded, just once.

“Come here,” I said, my voice soft but firm, and he moved immediately, crawling toward me on his knees, his hands still clasped behind his back. I could see the way his body shook with every movement, the way his cock twitched with every breath. He was so close, so desperate, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.

I leaned forward slightly, letting my legs fall open a little wider, just enough to let him get close. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips brushing lightly against my thigh, and I could see the way his body tensed, the way his cock throbbed with every movement.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice firm, and he froze immediately, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. I smiled, slow and knowing, and then I nodded, just once. “Now.”

His mouth was on me in an instant, hot and eager, his tongue flicking against my clit with a desperation that made me moan. His hands were still clasped behind his back, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, and I could see the way his cock twitched with every movement of his tongue.

“Good boy,” I murmured, my voice soft but firm, and I could see the way his body shuddered at the words, the way his cock throbbed with every breath. He was so close, so desperate, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.

I reached down, letting my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, letting him feel every movement of my hips, every flick of my fingers. His tongue was relentless, his breath hot against my skin, and I could feel the way his body shook with every movement, the way his cock throbbed with every breath.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost broken, and I smirked, letting my fingers tighten in his hair, just enough to make him groan, just enough to make him squirm.

“Please what?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet mine before he spoke again.

“Please let me come,” he said, his voice trembling with need. I smiled, slow and knowing, and then I nodded, just once.

"There’s nothing like a man on his knees and it’s still the hottest view I’ve ever seen."
-inkKinkx

He knelt for me and looked up like I his goddess

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