I sink to my knees, trembling as he steps closer, his presence pressing into me. Bought and paid for for half a million dollars, every part of me aches to obey. I can’t think, I just follow.
“Look at me,” he says, voice low and rough. “You’re mine. My submissive whore. You belong to me.” His fingers brush my jaw, down my neck, resting briefly on my chest. Heat burns low, making me shiver.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I do without question. “Good girl. I want to see how wet you get for me.” He leans closer, whispering filthy instructions for me to follow, each one making my stomach twist and my chest tighten.
“Touch yourself for me,” he says, watching every move. “Do it exactly like I told you.” My body trembles under his gaze, every command driving me further, every whisper pulling me deeper.
When he reaches out to guide me, to tease me, to make me do exactly what he wants, I obey instantly. “Yes… just like that, My Nigger Slut,” he murmurs, and I melt, breathless, shaking, entirely his.
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