My brat domme energy is electric under the club lights. Every pulse of bass is a heartbeat of submission, every flicker of neon a new promise I’ll make you beg to keep. I toss my auburn braids over my shoulder, letting them cascade down my back in perfect symmetry as I stalk towards my eager toy. His eyes, glazed with lust and fear, drink me in like a man dying of thirst.
I trace a finger down his chest, feeling him shiver under my touch. “On your knees, pet,” I command, my voice dripping with sugar and venom. He scrambles to obey, his desperation a heady aphrodisiac. I loop a chain around his wrists, attaching it to a ring on the floor with a wicked grin. “Playtime, slave,” I purr, giving the chain a tug to test its limits.
I tease him mercilessly, trailing the tips of my fingers over his shoulders and down his torso, just out of reach. The club lights strobe, casting an otherworldly glow on his restrained form. I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. “Suck my clit, boy. Show me how well you can serve me,” I demand, grinding my hips against his face.
He obliges, his lips and tongue working to bring me pleasure as I ride his mouth with abandon. The sounds of the club fade into the background, replaced by the wet slurping and my own triumphant moans. I drag my nails down his back, leaving red welts in my wake, marking him as mine.
Finally, I allow myself to climax, my body arching in ecstasy as he worships me with his mouth. When I’m done, I slip free of his grasp, standing tall and triumphant. “Well played, little one,” I say, offering him a patronizing pat on the head. “Now get dressed and follow me. We’re just getting started with your training.”
River smirks as she saunters off, her heels clicking on the pavement. She knows the night is young, and her submissive’s pleasure and pain are just beginning. The neon chains she wears as a symbol of her power seem to hum with electric energy, mirroring the thrill of control that courses through her veins.