His face displayed neither joy nor displeasure. Instead, his gaze was fixed on me. With each passing moment, I could feel the weight of his feelings, reflected in the sharpness of his piercing stare.

In a deep and sexy accent, he said. “I have you in my grasp now.”

I stood before him, feeling a surge of thrill and eagerness in my heart. It was as if every fibre of my being was buzzing with a delightful sensation, igniting a fire within me. Each nerve in my body seemed to be sparked by electricity.

“Yes,” I agreed. “You have me, after all."

His smirk was malevolent and threatening, and yet it suited my taste perfectly.

"What do you suggest I do to you?" His eyes flickered with a hunger that mirrored my own.

I bit my lip, trying to gather my thoughts. There were so many things running through my mind that I could not even form a coherent sentence.

“Whatever you desire. Bind me. Blindfold me. It does not matter. I am just desperate for you to have me. Please me.”

The room seemed to grow still as our gazes locked in a silent exchange. I was helplessly drawn to this man. His expression was a clear reflection of his desire. His smile was suggestive, hinting at a world of pleasure and indulgence. His gaze, filled with intrigue, seemed to promise me an experience beyond anything I could imagine.

“You are quite the tease," he accused.

I smiled. “Why would I tease you? I crave you. Can you not tell?"

I gradually loosened the smooth ebony robe that draped over my body, leaving me completely bare underneath.

"Besides," I playfully remarked. "You fill out your boxers quite nicely."

With a confident chuckle, he firmly gripped the side of his boxers and guided his hand downward. When he released them, his manhood proudly sprung forth in all its glory. After a moment, it settled into a strong and unwavering position.

He observed my response to this exhilarating moment. My left eyebrow raised in surprise, and my mouth fell open.

“You look like you are about to devour me," I remarked.

His laughter echoed as he closed in on me. He traced his fingers along my arm. "Come now, little one. I want to have a taste of you," he murmured, causing a chill to run down my back..