Ember is a Domme - Ember Snow

Ember Snow stands over him like a blade. The second she steps in, her power fills the room. She makes him call her Daddy. He chokes it out, mouth dry. She watches him drop to his knees, smirking, already knowing how this ends. She feeds on the way he looks at her, black hair falling down her back, hips swaying like the promise of pain and pleasure wrapped together. He starts with her ass, burying his face, tongue working every inch. She presses back, smothering him while his cock strains against nothing. Her feet land next, toes pressing against his lips, and he licks obediently, kissing every curve, every arch. She doesn’t ask. She takes. Facesitting next—her weight drops, cutting off his breath while she grinds down, thighs locked around his head. She toys with his ego like it’s already hers, voice low and cruel as she mocks him. Somewhere in the blur of worship and denial, his bank numbers slip out of him. He doesn’t even know it until her smile widens. She owns him now. Every moan, every lick, every surrender leaves him deeper in her grip. His cock twitches hard, aching. She lets him sixty-nine only when she’s ready, her mouth taking him slow and vicious while his tongue stays buried between her cheeks. No mercy. Just her rules. And he keeps giving.