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Let me wrap that pretty head of yours in my thighs, as you feel them squeeze just enough for you to feel completely safe and secure. I know you can handle the pressure, after all. It's okay if you can't breathe, you know I'll let go before anything bad happens. Just bury your tongue in my cunt and let your master take care of you. If you're especially good, I'll let you come up for air only to guide your tongue to my navel instead. I know how desperately you crave being inside of me, and it's so cute watching you so pathetically try and get closer any way that you can.

Once I'm satisfied that you've begged and pleaded enough to the point that you'll do anything for me, I'll pull you up to the bed and lay you gently on your back. I'll put a pillow down so that you're comfortable, because my good boy deserves the best. Still, I can't have you forgetting who is in charge. I'll have to tie your arms together above your head, and tie your legs apart a little to the bed so that you can't do anything until I say so. Maybe I'll even blindfold you, so that every sensation is amplified. I'll trace my fingers along your skin, taking note of where elicits the biggest shudder or groan so that I can then just carefully take a blade and pull some of your gorgeous deep red blood to the surface and taste you. You'll need your strength, or I suppose more rightly I'll need your strength, so I won't take too much.

Another benefit of having you blindfolded is that you don't know what will happen next. I might kiss you, lick some of the sweat that has started to bead from your neck and shoulders, or maybe my soft, warm hands will wrap around your twitching cock and stroke it. Eventually, though, I'll lower myself onto you, feeling you sink in deeper and closer to me.

Then I'll take the blindfold off, not for your sake but so that I can more clearly see your face as I fuck you. Your eyes widening when I move my hips in just the right motion does something to me, you know? Puts a drive in me to keep going just like that, squeezing you with my cunt until you can't hold on any longer and you give yourself to me.

I concede, of course. I can't deny how good it feels to have you pressed against me, your hands worshipping my curves as your hips begin to buck and grind to try and keep me right where you need it - until I push your hands away. You were never in control of this, darling, don't pretend. I get to decide how much you get, and maybe I want to hear just how desperately you can beg and plead and worship as I pull away to just brush ever so gently against you. It's enough to keep you needing me, but not enough friction for the pleasure to build to anything beyond frustration. Tempting though it may be to keep it like that for a while, seeing how long it would take to break you completely, I have other plans.

Instead, I'll relent after a minute or two, and push back against you again. This time it's as if my ass presses closer to you than before. You feel yourself sink deeper into my warm body, groaning with the pleasure that comes from the pressure I grant. Our bodies move together, joined at the hips and moving as the waves of pleasure that build do. It's not enough. I need more of you. I'll press even closer against you, closer than seems possible - like my body has grown and shifted perfectly to be able to envelop more of you. It's as if we were made to come together like this, our forms perfectly aligned to allow me to keep taking more and more of you.

Your hands are back on my waist - or is it your own? We're so deeply entwined that you cannot tell, but the pleasure is too great for you to care. Not knowing where your body ends and mine begins only adds to the pleasure. As much as I enjoy it too, your whimpers and juts into me tell me that you're close. My body wraps around yours tighter, locking you in place so that you cannot move until I release you. Gods, you feel so incredible like this - surrounded by my form and still trying to pull ever closer. You don't even need to move anymore - you simply move with me, pulled closer with every undulation.

This is what you wanted. My hands running up your back, sliding off your top to get better access to your chest. Kissing, licking, biting jist hard enough to leave a mark but not so hard that it punctures the skin - not yet, at least. Not so long as you keep behaving.

My fingertips tracing just under the waistband, pulling away right as your breath catches in your throat eliciting a dissatisfied groan. With my body pressed so tightly against yours I can feel your cock twitching, aching for more friction. You need me, darling, and you know that it comes with a cost. If you weren't willing to pay it, you wouldn't have been thinking about it - about me.

So I'll give you what you desired. I'll keep your arms unbound so that you can feel every curve of soft, warm flesh. Good to familiarise yourself with it now before you get completely lost in me. I expect that sharp tongue of yours to continue to serve you well in your servitude to me - sucking gently on my breast as your hands begin to move down, my own guiding them to between my thighs. You can take as much as you want, darling. Go ahead. Let your tongue explore every inch and taste what it so craves - I have plenty to give, and I'll take plenty more in return. Any strength you drain from me will be insignificant, and returned to me tenfold when you inevitably end up kneeling, begging for more.

The look in your eyes as you ask to be destroyed is one of pure, simple lust. You're nothing but a slave to your devotion to me, and you know it. You know that my will is and always will be far stronger than yours, and you know that fighting it only leaves you in need of more than I will allow. So instead, you obey. You willingly outstretch your arms so that I may tie them above your head, preventing you from trying to manipulate my movements. The undulation of my navel needs no guidance, and it will not slow down just because you beg or whine or cry.

This is the cost, my sweet angel. You take from me, and I take it back. I take everything. I drain you of every last drop of cum with my cunt, I drain you of enough blood to keep you malleable through my mouth, I drain your thoughts and memories with my hands as I suck the very essence of you from out of you. Your soul is fractured, a part within me that you can never get back, and yet it yearns to be reunited. This is why you cannot resist - you know that this is your fate.

Yes, of *course* I want to watch as my words melt away his thoughts and leave him a dumb, helpless, malleable slut for me, but there's something... more that could be done.

I want to train his body to betray his will at a mere gesture. I want to be able to use one finger movement to bring him to his knees. Another, perhaps, for a phantom sensation of tightness to take hold around his throat. I already know it doesn't take much from me to get his cock hard and leaking against his boxers, but if I could simulate the feeling of my soft hands caressing his balls with no contact? Perfection. He'd be even more powerless than he already is.