The sound of stilettos clicking against marble filled the room, sharp and deliberate. Each step echoed in the silence, a slow, taunting rhythm that made the man kneeling in front of her tremble.
Nadia.
She towered above him, a vision of leather and cruelty, her legs encased in thigh-high patent boots, the vicious steel heels gleaming under the dim lights. Her dress clung to her curves, black, tight, made for ruining men who dared to crawl at her feet.
“Look at you,” she murmured, tilting her head as she stepped closer, letting the tip of her stiletto trace his bare chest. “Shaking already, and I haven’t even fucking touched you yet.”
Daniel swallowed hard, his hands balled into fists against his thighs. His cock was already half-hard, twitching at the sound of her voice, at the scent of leather, at the unbearable weight of humiliation pressing down on him.
Nadia smirked. “Open your mouth.”
His lips parted instantly.
“Wider.”
He obeyed, his tongue flicking out instinctively, waiting, desperate.
She exhaled a slow, amused breath. Then.
The sharp, glistening tip of her stiletto pressed against his lips. “Suck.”
Daniel whimpered, but he did as he was told. His lips wrapped around the pointed heel, his tongue swirling over the smooth surface as he took it deeper, his throat already constricting.
Nadia chuckled darkly. “Pathetic. Look at you, gagging on my fucking shoe like a worthless little bitch.”
She pushed in further. His throat clenched, choking around the hard, unyielding length, his eyes watering. She rocked the heel back and forth, slow, controlled, smearing his spit across the leather as she forced him to take more.
“That’s right,” she murmured. “You’re nothing but my personal heel whore, aren’t you?”
Daniel’s muffled moan was answer enough.
Her other foot pressed against his chest, pinning him down slightly as she fucked his mouth with her shoe, forcing him to take every inch of it. Drool spilled down his chin, streaking across her boot as she used him like the useless thing he was.
“God, you look fucking ruined already.” She pulled the heel from his mouth with a wet pop, watching him gasp for breath, spit glistening on his lips. “But I think we can take this even further.”
Nadia lifted her foot, pressing the slick, spit-covered stiletto against his cheek before trailing it down, across his chest, his stomach, lower, until the sharp tip teased the soft skin between his spread legs.
Daniel shuddered, his cock twitching, his whole body trembling under her touch.
“You want it, don’t you?” she whispered, dragging the heel lower, letting it press against his tight, untouched hole. “You want to be fucked by my fucking shoe like the dirty little slut you are.”
Daniel whimpered, his hips shifting instinctively, pushing back against the teasing pressure. His face burned with shame, but fuck, he wanted it. Needed it.
Nadia smirked, pressing the heel in just enough to make him gasp. “Beg for it.”
His voice was wrecked. “Please, Mistress. Please…fuck me with your heels.”
Her laugh was low, cruel. “God, you’re a fucking disgrace.”
And then she pushed.
The pointed tip slipped in just barely, enough to make him cry out, to stretch him, to make his whole body arch in both pain and unbearable, overwhelming arousal.
“Take it,” she murmured, twisting the heel slightly, watching him squirm. “Take every fucking inch of it.”
Daniel’s fingers dug into the floor, his cock leaking against his stomach as she worked the shoe deeper, not caring if it hurt, not caring if he sobbed and whimpered beneath her.
“That’s it, stretch yourself open for my fucking heel,” she purred, watching as his body trembled, as he moaned like a broken thing. “God, you look so fucking perfect like this. Ruined. Used. Nothing but a fuckhole for my shoes.”
Her boot pressed against his cock, rubbing against the leaking tip, smearing his precome across the polished leather. He was shaking, barely able to breathe, every nerve in his body on fire.
“You’re going to fucking come from this,” she whispered, dragging the heel deeper. “Come for me like the filthy, shoe-fucking whore you are.”
Daniel choked on a sob, his whole body tensing.
And then he exploded.
Thick ropes of come spurted across her boots, streaking the leather as his body locked up, his hips jerking, his moans breaking into desperate, gasping sobs. He came harder than he ever had in his life, his vision going white at the edges as his whole body spasmed beneath her.
Nadia smirked, pulling the heel from his wrecked hole with a slow, deliberate movement. “Good fucking boy,” she murmured, watching him shake, watching his mess drip down her boots. “Now, clean it up.”
Daniel didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward instantly, tongue darting out, licking his own filth from the shining surface of her stiletto as she watched, amused, satisfied.
“That’s right,” she murmured, stroking his hair like he was nothing more than an obedient pet. “Lick up every last drop.”
And he did.
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