Control

Control; That’s what she loved most. The power to make him lose himself completely in the sensations she created, the way she could reduce him to a trembling, gasping mess, desperate for more. It was intoxicating, this dance of dominance and desire, and she couldn’t get enough.

She moaned softly, her fingers moving faster now, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she imagined the weight of him in her mouth, the way he would pulse against her tongue. She imagined taking him deeper, her lips stretching around him, feeling him swell and throb as she sucked harder, faster, his moans filling the room like music.

“Yes,” she whispered, her body shivering with the force of her own pleasure. She wanted him to feel it all, every ounce of desire, every bit of need that burned within her. She wanted to spoil him, to make him feel like a king under her worship. But it would be on her time, and only when she decided he deserved it.

Her body trembled as she came, a wave of pleasure crashing over her, leaving her breathless and flushed. She lay back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she imagined his face, his eyes filled with that desperate hunger she loved to see. She licked her lips, still tasting him in her mind, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she needed it again.

But next time, it would be even better. Because she was in control, and that was the most powerful feeling of all.