Yes, Mistress

Simone's black hair swings like a whip when she steps into the room. Rico's already on his knees, wrists crossed behind his back, breathing hard. She stands over him in nothing but heels and sweat. Her skin glistens. He watches her thighs flex as she circles him slow. One hand grips his hair and yanks his head back. Her other hand smacks his jaw, sharp and loud. He tastes blood, and it only makes him harder. She pulls the leather straps tight around his chest, cinching each one until the buckle bites. He grunts. She smiles like she owns it. She does. Her fingers trace the strap marks, then she slides two fingers into his mouth and tells him to suck. He does. She rides his face next, grinding down until his nose disappears and his tongue works blind. The straps creak. His shoulders strain. She doesn't let up until her thighs shake and her breath comes ragged. She leaves him tied like that, on his back, cock twitching against his stomach. She runs her nails down his ribs, slow. Then she straddles his hips and sinks down in one brutal motion. He swears through clenched teeth. She fucks him like she's punishing him for wanting it. Sweat rolls off both of them. The room smells like skin and leather and sex. When she finally lets him come, it's only because she wants to watch him break.