Mistress Sierra prowled the crowded club, her piercing brown eyes scanning the room for the perfect plaything. She craved a submissive male to use as her personal toy, someone to tremble at her command. her imposing presence commanded attention. tonight was no exception.
As she moved through the pulsing throng, a young man caught her gaze. Taller than average, with a lean build and striking green eyes, he exuded a subtle vulnerability. Sierra stalked him effortlessly, drawn to his scent, his energy.
“Buy me a drink, boy?” she purred, her husky voice dripping with dominance.
He swallowed hard, nodding. “Uh, sure… Mistress.”
Sierra smirked, leading him to the bar. “I like the way you remember your place.”
As they sipped their cocktails, she palpated his tense muscles, feeling his arousal growing. “Strip,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
He obeyed, revealing a chiseled physique and a throbbing erection. Sierra’s eyes gleamed with lust. She hooked her fingers in his waistband, tugging him close.
“Time for your training,” she rasped, claiming his lips in a brutal kiss.
Sierra led her new toy to an empty room at the back of the club, her grip never loosening. She forced him to his knees, trailing a hand down his chest to wrap around his rigid cock.
“Play with yourself,” she instructed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “Don’t stop until I say so.”
As he stroked his length, Sierra unbuttoned her top, exposing her large, perky breasts. She pinched her nipples, moaning at the sensation. “That’s it, boy. Worship me with your eyes.”
She guided his hand to cup her breast, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her body. Sierra reached behind him, applying pressure to his ass.
“Now, beg me to fuck you,” she growled, her fingers sinking into his flesh.
He looked up, eyes wide with desire and fear. “Please, Mistress Sierra… I need you. Fuck me hard.”
Sierra raked her nails down his back, standing to unzip her skirt and step out of it. “You’re mine now, toy. Prepare to scream.”
She positioned herself over him, rubbing her slick folds against his throbbing cock. With a fierce cry, she impaled herself, his girth stretching her impossibly wide.
“Oh, fuck yes…” Sierra panted, beginning to ride him with wild abandon. “You were made for this, weren’t you? To be my little plaything?”
Her words turned to groans as she rode him harder, his cock hitting all the right spots inside her. Sierra’s orgasm built, coiling tight in her belly.
“Yes, toy! Cum for me!” she demanded, her inner walls clenching around him.
With a hoarse shout, he spilled into her, his seed coating her insides. Sierra collapsed onto him, riding out her climax with brutal intensity.
As she finally stilled, she looked down at her toy, her green-eyed plaything, a satisfied smile on her lips. “You pleased me, pet. Consider yourself lucky… for now.”
With a pat on his chest, Sierra stood, dressing with practiced ease. She spared him one last glance before sauntering back into the club, ready to hunt for her next conquest.