Sub begged me

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She was on her knees, exactly where I wanted her—exactly where she belonged. Her eyes were wide, pleading, her breath shaky as she looked up at me. Her hands rested on her thighs, obedient, though I could see the way her fingers twitched, aching to reach out and touch me.

I smirked, watching her struggle, drinking in the way her body responded without me even laying a hand on her.

"You're impatient," I murmured, pacing around her slowly, deliberately. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the raw hunger in her expression. "You think you deserve it already?"

She swallowed hard, shaking her head slightly. "N-No, Sir…"

"Good girl." I let the words sink in, let her body tremble under the weight of my presence. "But I still don’t think you’ve earned it yet."

A whimper escaped her lips. She shifted slightly, her thighs pressing together in desperation.

I chuckled, stepping closer. I reached down, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. Her lips parted, her breath coming in soft, shallow pants. She was so damn needy.

"Say it," I commanded, my voice low and firm.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed her pride, her need winning over whatever was left of her resistance. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Not good enough." I brushed my thumb over her lower lip, watching the way her body shivered at even the slightest touch. "You know what I want to hear."

Her lips trembled. I could see the internal battle—the struggle between her pride and her need. She was already soaked, already desperate, and she knew that I knew.

"Please, Sir," she finally whimpered, her voice thick with arousal. "I need you. I need your cock. I can't take it anymore."

A slow, satisfied smirk curled my lips. That was what I had been waiting for.

"Good girl," I murmured, leaning down, my mouth just barely ghosting over hers. She let out a desperate gasp, her body arching, aching for me.

But I wasn’t done playing with her yet.

I let my fingers trail down her throat, along her collarbone, teasing, never giving her exactly what she wanted. The anticipation was driving her insane, and I relished every second of it.

"Show me how much you want it," I ordered.

She didn't hesitate. She leaned in, pressing soft, needy kisses along my abdomen, her breath warm against my skin. Her hands twitched, but she knew better than to touch me without permission.

I chuckled darkly, threading my fingers into her hair, gripping just tight enough to make her gasp. "That’s my good girl."

[Ki****]

Good story

[An****]

Well done!! I am looking forward to reading more from you.