She's in control, and I'm at her mercy. As I finish, my body wracked with pleasure, she leans in, her breath hot on my ear. 'Again,' she whispers, her voice laced with dominance. I'm spent, my cock dripping and sensitive, but I know better than to disobey. She takes over, her hand moving expertly, drawing out another orgasm, this one raw and painful. I cry out, my body convulsing, but she doesn't stop, not until I'm a quivering, whimpering mess. Then, she leans back, a satisfied smile on her face. 'Now, clean up,' she says, leaving me to deal with the aftermath of her cruel, beautiful game.