Anna Marie, a submissive at heart, nervously tugged at her Halloween costume. The black lace corset cinched her waist, while the sheer stockings and stiletto heels made her legs look endlessly long. She wasn’t sure how her dominant lover, Ethan, would react to the provocative getup. He always prized her for her willingness to push the boundaries of desire, but this costume felt particularly daring.

As she peered through the peephole, seeing Ethan’s rugged features illuminated by the porch light, a flutter of anticipation coursed through her body. He looked up and locked eyes with her, a slow, hunger-filled smile spreading across his face. Without a word, he opened the door, his dark gaze drinking in every inch of her revealing attire.

“Fuck, Annie,” he growled, his voice low and rough with arousal. “You look incredible.” He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her plump lip. “But I think we need to get you inside and get these clothes off you, pronto.”

Anna Marie’s breath hitched at his words. She loved how he took control, how he could make her feel so small and helpless beneath his strong frame. Ethan led her into the dimly lit house, his hand never leaving her lower back. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, he spun her around and pressed her against it, his body crowding hers.

His lips crashed down on hers in a brutal, demanding kiss. Anna Marie moaned, surrendering to his invasive tongue as he explored every crevice of her mouth. Ethan’s large hands roamed over her curves, squeezing and pinching, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

He pushed the corset open, releasing the scent of her arousal into the air. Ethan growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he ground his hardness against her. “So wet already, baby,” he panted against her skin. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

Anna Marie nodded, her eyes glazed with need. She knew exactly what it meant – hours of intense, dominating sex, with Ethan taking her in every way he desired. And she craved it with every fiber of her being.

He spun her around, flipping her costume up and exposing her ass to his eager touch. Ethan spanked her hard, the stinging heat making Anna Marie squeal and clench her thighs together in anticipation. “Gonna fuck this perfect ass until you can’t walk straight,” he promised, the promise in his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Ethan hiked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her red, throbbing clit, already begging for attention. He rubbed it roughly, the friction sending Anna Marie’s hips bucking into his hand. “Such a good little slut, getting so wet and ready for me like this,” Ethan praised, his voice dripping with smug domination.

Anna Marie whimpered, her body shaking with the need for release. Ethan obliged, sliding two fingers deep into her dripping cunt. He pumped them in and out, curling them to stroke her G-spot, his thumb circling her clit. Anna Marie’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clenching down on his fingers as she cried out his name.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ethan withdrew his hand, leaving her clenching and sensitive. “Now, onto the bed,” he commanded gruffly, lifting her by her hips and carrying her to the master suite.

He tossed her onto the mattress, Anna Marie landing with a soft thud. Ethan shed his clothes with haste, revealing his thick, pulsing cock, already leaking with arousal. He crawled onto the bed, looming over her, his muscular form casting a shadow on her skin.

“Open up for me, Annie,” he demanded, his voice low and husky with desire. Anna Marie parted her thighs, welcoming him between them as he positioned his cock at her entrance. With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt, making her scream in pleasure.

Ethan set a merciless pace, pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt with a fervor that left Anna Marie breathless. He gripped her hips hard, using them as leverage as he hammered into her, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.

Anna Marie was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her mind consumed by the feel of Ethan’s thick cock stretching her open, claiming her as his own. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, craving every inch of him.

As Ethan’s thrusts intensified, Anna Marie could feel her second orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. With a roar of primal pleasure, Ethan slammed into her one final time, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his hot release.

The sensation of his cum flooding her pussy sent Anna Marie over the edge, her body convulsing in a shattering climax that left her mindless and weak. Ethan collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting pressure as they both rode out the aftershocks of their intense coupling.

As the silence settled, Ethan nuzzled into Anna Marie’s hair, his rough breath mingling with hers. “You’re the most perfect little submissive, Annie,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection and satisfaction. “I love watching you come apart for me like this.”

Anna Marie smiled, her eyes drifting shut in contentment. “I love being yours, Ethan,” she whispered, her body still tingling with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. In his arms, she knew she was exactly where she belonged – a willing, loving, and completely submissive plaything for his pleasure.