In a dimly lit room, a man kneels, eyes locked on the woman towering over him. She commands, 'Touch yourself, but don't you dare cum.' He unzips, his hand wrapping around his eager cock. She watches, feet planted firmly, demanding obedience. 'Faster,' she orders, her voice like a whip. He obeys, his breath hitching as she leans in, her pussy inches from his face. 'Lick,' she commands, and he does, lapping at her, desperate for her pleasure. She comes, her juices coating his face. 'Clean it up,' she demands, and he does, licking his fingers clean, swallowing her nectar. She smiles, 'Good boy.'