In the beginning, she is bound hand and foot, her wrists tied tightly above her head, the latex rope digging painfully into her soft skin.Her eyes widen as he approaches her with a lustful glint in his own.He was a tall, muscular man clad from head to toe in leather straps, a clear symbol of dominance and power.His gaze is focused and unwavering, a firm hand on the strap-on strapped around his waist, ready for action.With an anticipation that only grows with each passing second, she watches as he dons a pair of latex gloves, the kind that leaves her breathless as they stretch over his powerful hands.He looks at her one last time before adjusting his gear, the glimmer of desire in his eyes.She feels both aroused and terrified at the same time - a potent combination.He moves close to her, the air electric with tension, and she can feel her breath catching as he begins his assault on her senses.Slowly but surely, his latex-clad fingers move towards her lips, where they tenderly brush against them, teasing her in anticipation of what's about to happen next.Suddenly, without warning, he takes her by the waist, guiding her into a submissive position on the floor.He moves smoothly and deliberately, as though this was not the first time they had played such games.His control over her is unyielding, his domination absolute.The way he looks at her, owning her in that moment, makes her feel a thrilling sense of vulnerability, a desire to please him that borders on insatiable.As the strap-on comes into play, she feels it's cold, hard metal touch against her wet folds.He moves with calculated precision, and she can see the passion behind his eyes as he takes pleasure in her submission.Each thrust is met with a moan from both of them - she can feel his dominance seeping into her core, and he revels in the power it gives him.With every movement, their passion grows, the domination stronger, until they climax together.Her body arches as if trying to break free, her heart racing wildly.He watches, satisfied, a knowing smile on his face.He unties her and helps her up, supporting her in this aftermath of shared pleasure.Their gazes meet once again, both filled with the thrill of power play and lingering desire.Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, she feels a newfound appreciation for her captor.As they leave the room behind, each step echoing their satisfaction in their shared desires, she wonders who will dominate whom next time - or if the tables may finally turn on him.But one thing was certain, this game had only just begun.
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