I walk into the dimly lit bar, my curves accentuated by the tight dress that hugs my body like a second skin. The air practically vibrates with male hunger as I make my way to the bar, my long dark hair swaying with each step. I can already smell the desire emanating from the patrons, their eyes riveted on me as I claim my spot.
I order a drink, my full lips curling into a seductive smile as I accept the glass from the bartender. The drink burns as it slides down my throat, but it’s nothing compared to the flames of lust that ignite within me as I scan the room again.
Tonight, I’m in the mood for submission. For a man to succumb to my every whim, to let me claim him completely. I spot him across the room – tall, muscular, and undeniably aroused by my presence. I make my way over, my stiletto heels clicking against the floor.
As I reach him, I place a hand on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. “You look like a man who could use a little… relief,” I say, my dark eyes locking with his.
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” he stammers, but I can smell the lie on him.
I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. “Don’t play coy with me, handsome. I can sense your desire, your need for submission. Give in to it. Let me take control.”
His body trembles beneath my touch, his resolve crumbling like sand. “Yes,” he breathes, his voice barely audible over the thumping music. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
I smile, triumphant. “Good boy,” I say, trailing my fingers down his chest to the waistband of his pants. “Now, let’s see just how much you’re willing to submit…”