The room was dim, thick with the scent of leather, perfume, and something heavier, the unmistakable musk of submission. Smoke curled through the air in slow, lazy ribbons, the only sound the soft click of a lighter and the quiet inhale of her first drag.
Victoria.
She leaned back in the armchair, long legs crossed, silk robe parting just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her thighs. In one hand, she held her cigarette; in the other, the leash connected to the man kneeling at her feet.
Daniel.
Naked. Silent. Waiting.
The air between them pulsed with something thick, suffocating. His eyes were locked onto the glowing ember at the tip of her cigarette, watching as she exhaled, letting the smoke drift over him like an unspoken promise.
“Open,” she murmured, tapping her ash delicately onto his waiting tongue.
Daniel obeyed without hesitation, his mouth parting, the bitter heat of the ashes landing soft at first, then heavier, coating his tongue in a way that made his stomach clench.
Victoria smirked, watching him. “Swallow.”
He did. Slowly. Deliberately.
The taste burned down his throat, acrid, filthy, exactly what she wanted from him.
She hummed, pleased. “Good. But I think we can take this further.”
Her fingers curled into his hair, yanking his head back as she took another slow drag. The tip glowed brighter, a smoldering ember of control between her fingers.
“Do you trust me, pet?”
His breath hitched. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Then stick out your tongue.”
Daniel obeyed, his body trembling. The moment stretched, silent, waiting, before she pressed the burning tip of the cigarette down onto the flat of his tongue.
The pain was immediate, sharp, searing, every nerve screaming. But he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t pull away. Not when she was watching him like this, her eyes dark, predatory, pleased.
She exhaled another plume of smoke, letting it drift over his face as she finally lifted the cigarette away. His tongue throbbed, the bitter sting of ash and heat settling deep, but he held his position, lips parted, waiting for her next command.
Victoria tilted her head, studying him. “You look ruined already.” A smirk. “But I’m not finished with you.”
She reached for the crystal ashtray beside her, then paused. Slowly, deliberately, she turned her gaze back to him.
“No. You’ll take the rest.”
Daniel’s stomach clenched as she tapped the remaining ashes onto his tongue, letting them collect, heavier this time, hotter. He swallowed again, his throat raw, his body trembling with something between pain and arousal.
Victoria’s hand slid down to cup his cheek, her nails digging in just enough to remind him of his place.
“Good boy,” she cooed, her voice a siren’s call in the smoke-filled room.
She took another drag, the cigarette dangling from her full, painted lips. The cherry end glowed like a fiery jewel in the darkness, casting a crimson light across her high, rounded breasts that pushed against the confines of her silk robe.
Daniel’s eyes followed the trail of smoke as it danced around her nipples, hardened into tight, little peaks. He could feel his cock swell in response, despite the pain, and she noticed. “I think you like being used,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the path of a tear down his cheek. “Don’t you?”
The smoke grew heavier, the room spinning slightly with the heady mix of power and desire. He nodded, his mouth still full of her warm, sweet flesh. “Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled against her skin.
Her eyes narrowed, the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth deepening. “I want to see how much you can handle.”
Victoria’s eyes gleamed with a sadistic excitement as she held the cigarette in front of him.
“You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?” she whispered, her voice a dark melody that danced in the air.
She took another drag, her chest rising and falling with the effort, and then leaned back in the chair, her other hand drifting to the sash of her robe.
With a flick of her wrist, she loosened it, letting the fabric fall open to reveal the soft mounds of her breasts, her pink areolae stark against her pale skin.
Daniel’s eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering. He nodded, his voice barely a whimper.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Her hand trailed down her body, teasing the edge of the robe, hinting at what lay beneath.
“Tell me,” she purred, “How much more can you take for me?”
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy with anticipation. Daniel felt his heart racing, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew what she was asking, how far he was willing to go to serve her, to be her perfect, obedient toy.
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers.
“As much as you want to give, Mistress,” he replied, his voice steady.
Her smirk grew, the flame of the cigarette reflecting in her eyes. “We’ll see about that,” she murmured, leaning down to blow the smoke across his face, watching as his eyes fluttered closed and his breath caught.
“Now, let’s play a little game.”
With that, she stood, the robe falling away to reveal her naked form. She was a vision of beauty and power, her curves a testament to her dominance. She stepped closer to him, the cigarette now held between two fingers as she traced a line of ash down her body, leaving a ghostly trail from her collarbone to the apex of her thighs.
“I want you to kiss every inch of me,” she ordered, her voice a velvet purr. “But remember, you can’t use your tongue. Just your lips.”
The challenge was clear, to show his devotion without the use of his most intimate tool of pleasure. He nodded, his cock throbbing with anticipation. As he leaned in, his body brushing against hers, he knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would leave him forever marked, burnt into obedience.
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