Submissive Cock Worship for the Dominant One
She dominates the space, her presence filling the room with an electric charge. Her eyes, like a hawk's, watch him intently. He, on the other hand, is a bundle of nerves, his body taut, his breath coming in short gasps. She commands, her voice a symphony of dominance, "Undress." He complies, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. She takes in his naked form, her gaze lingering on his hard cock. She smirks, "You like this, don't you? Being at my mercy." He nods, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Mistress." She approaches him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She runs a single finger down his chest, stopping at his cock. She wraps her hand around it, her grip firm. "This is mine," she says, her voice a low growl. "And I'll use it as I see fit." She guides him to her, his cock pressing against her wet panties. She grinds against him, her breath hot on his ear. "Fuck me," she whispers. "But remember, I'm in charge."