Rose reclined on the king-sized bed in her lavish bedroom, golden hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Naked except for a pair of black lace panties, her lithe body gleamed in the soft lamplight. She knew he would be here any moment, her latest plaything. And she couldn’t wait to break him. The door opened and in walked the young man, eyes widening as they took in the sight of her. Rose smirked, crooking a finger at him. “Come here,” she purred. “I want to see what you’ve got for me.” He hurried to obey, standing before her with his hands clasped in front of him. Rose reached out, running a perfectly manicured nail down his chest. ” Strip,” she commanded. “I want to see all of you.” He nodded, quickly shucking off his clothes until he stood bare before her. Rose hummed in approval, taking in the sight of his hard cock jutting out from a nest of dark hair. “Very nice,” she said. “Now, get on the bed.” He crawled onto the mattress, lying back against the pillows. Rose straddled his hips, grinding her barely-covered pussy against his erection. “Mmm, you feel so good,” she cooed. “I can’t wait to make you come for me.” She leaned down, licking a slow stripe up his neck before biting at his earlobe. The man shuddered, hands coming up to grip her hips. “Oh no,” Rose tutted. “Hands at your sides. You don’t get to touch until I say so.” He whimpered but complied, fingers digging into the sheets. Rose smiled wickedly, rolling her hips against his cock. “Do you want to come?” she asked, voice low and sultry. “Yes,” he gasped. “Please, Miss Rose…” “Hmm, maybe later,” she purred. “For now, I just want to play with you.” She sat back up, trailing her nails down his chest and stomach, getting closer and closer to his throbbing member. The man writhed beneath her, hips bucking up in a desperate bid for friction. “Please,” he begged. “I need it.” Rose tsked, shaking her head. “Not yet, pet. You know the rules – no coming until I say so.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping slowly from base to tip. The man threw his head back with a strangled groan, fighting the urge to thrust into her hand. “That’s it,” Rose praised, picking up the pace. “Take it. Take what I give you.” She could feel him getting close, cock pulsing in her grip. She tightened her hand, squeezing the head until he whined pitifully. “Oh no,” she cooed. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.” She released him, sitting back with a smirk. His cock bobbed angrily between his legs, flushed and leaking pre-cum. “Get used to this feeling,” she said, reaching out to stroke his shaft lightly. “Because this is how I’m going to keep you – on the edge, desperate for release.” The man groaned, eyes rolling back in bliss and frustration. Rose knew she had him now, utterly at her mercy. And she was going to enjoy every single second of it.