Emma entered the dimly lit chamber, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The air was thick with leather, musk, and the unshakable presence of him. He stood in the center of the room, waiting, exuding command in a way that made her legs weak before a single word had been spoken.
Dominic.
Tall, broad, dressed in black. Shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing powerful forearms, veins taut beneath tanned skin. His belt, thick leather, looped securely at his waist, a promise of discipline and restraint. Dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable, knowing. She swallowed hard.
He didn’t beckon. He didn’t need to.
She sank to her knees.
A slow exhale from above, measured, approving. “At least you remember some of your training.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
Silence. He took a step forward. Then another. The polished leather of his shoes stopped just inches from her knees. His scent filled her lungs, earthy, dark, unmistakably male.
Fingers curled under her chin, forcing her gaze upward. A smirk. A cruel, beautiful thing. “You look pathetic like this.”
Her breath stuttered. Shame. Arousal. A collision of both.
He ran a single calloused thumb along her lower lip, his grip unyielding. “You like being beneath me, don’t you? Say it.”
Emma swallowed. “I like being beneath you, Sir.”
A low chuckle. “No, pet. You need it.”
She trembled. He was right. He was always right.
“Such a desperate little thing,” he mused, fingers sliding down her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse. “You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A slow, knowing smile. “Good.”
The sound of leather whispering through belt loops made her stomach clench. He unbuckled it with measured precision, letting it hang loose in his grip. A test. A warning.
“Hands behind your back.”
Emma obeyed instantly, her wrists locking together at the base of her spine. Vulnerable. Helpless.
Dominic crouched before her, his presence an intoxicating weight. He dragged a single finger down her cheek before gripping her jaw, tilting her face side to side as if inspecting his property. “Tell me, pet,” he murmured, voice like dark velvet, “have you earned the privilege of my cock tonight?”
Heat flooded her. The crude bluntness of it sent a sharp, shameful thrill down her spine.
“No, Sir,” she whispered.
He smirked. “Clever girl.”
A slow exhale. Then a flicker of silver.
Cool metal pressed against her shoulder. Scissors. Her breath caught as he hooked the fabric of her dress and cut.
The first strap fell. Then the other.
Dominic’s movements were slow, deliberate, carving away the last remnants of modesty with each precise slice. The fabric pooled around her knees, leaving her utterly exposed.
He sat back on his heels, eyes raking over her naked form. “Look at you.” A pause. Then, voice thick with amusement, “And you still think you have dignity left to protect?”
Emma whimpered, thighs pressing together.
“Don’t hide from me.” A sharp slap against the inside of her thigh made her cry out. “Open.”
Shaking, she obeyed.
Dominic reached into a nearby drawer, retrieving a sleek, black device. A glint of metal. Wires. The hum of electricity.
Her stomach clenched.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he said, smirking as he attached the first pad to her inner thigh, the second just above her mound. “I know what a filthy little bitch you are. You love this.”
A flick of his fingers, and the first pulse of electricity shot through her, a sharp jolt that made her cry out. Her thighs tensed, her body jerking against the current.
“Too much?” Dominic taunted. “Or not enough?”
He turned the dial higher.
Emma gasped, her back arching as the stimulation pulsed through her, an unbearable mix of pleasure and torment. Her nerves were on fire, her body betraying her, her cunt slick and swollen, throbbing under the cruel hum of the current.
“You’re dripping already, you filthy little cunt,” he growled, fingers dragging through her wetness.
“I should make you beg for me to turn it off.”
“Please” she gasped. “Please, Sir”
A sudden increase in voltage cut her words into a strangled moan. Her thighs shook, her body trembling as she fought to stay still.
“That’s right,” Dominic murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Ride it out, slut. Show me how much you love suffering for me.”
Her muscles clenched, fire licking through her veins. Every pulse of electricity made her body spasm, the unbearable pleasure mounting until she was on the edge of something devastating.
Then.
Nothing.
Dominic flicked the switch off, leaving her panting, aching, wrecked.
“No,” she whimpered, the denial worse than the torment. “Please, Sir”
He gripped her hair, yanking her face up to meet his. “You really think I’d let a needy little bitch like you get off so easily?”
Emma’s breath hitched. He was enjoying this. Drawing it out. Watching her break.
His free hand moved to his belt, unfastening it fully, his slacks parting just enough to reveal the thick, heavy weight of him. Her mouth watered instantly.
“Look at you,” he chuckled, stroking himself lazily. “You can’t stop staring, can you? Filthy fucking whore.”
Emma whimpered, her lips parting instinctively.
“You want it?” he taunted, tapping the tip against her cheek. “Beg. Like the useless little cunt you are.”
Humiliation burned through her, hotter than the electricity had. She licked her lips, voice shaking. “Please, Sir… let me have your cock.”
A satisfied hum. “Open. Wide.”
Emma obeyed instantly, lips parting as he pushed the thick head past them, claiming her fully.
He groaned, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her, using her. “That’s it, pet. Now let’s see if that desperate little mouth can earn the privilege of coming tonight.”
And she knew, without question, she’d do whatever it took.
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