Obeying the Gothic Queen

She stood at the edge of the bed, towering above me in black lace and leather, long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, eyeliner sharp enough to cut. Her heavy, stompy boots hit the floor with delicious weight, her lips curved in that wicked smile that told me I was exactly where she wanted me, on my knees.

She stepped forward and placed her boot between my legs, nudging me back onto the bed.

"Lie down," she commanded, voice low, smooth like velvet but a deadly edge hidden underneath.

And I obeyed.

She climbed over me, peeled off her mesh top, then slid those little black lace panties down her legs, leaving them hooked briefly on her boots, just to tease.

And fuck, she smelled divine.

That warm, aroused scent drifted down between her thighs, and I was already drunk on it before my tongue even made contact.

She straddled my face, and I took my time.

Hands gripped her thighs, nails digging in as I pulled her down onto my mouth.

I licked her slow and deep, long strokes through her folds, then tight circles on her clit.

Her pussy was soaked. Velvet and fire. She tasted like sin and power and surrender all at once.

I French kissed her pussy, tongue sliding inside her, savoring every pulse.

She gasped and rolled her hips, grinding against my face, boots still planted firmly on the bed for leverage, giving her full control.

My fingers found her entrance and slipped in, one at first, then two, curling up into her sweet spot. She clenched around them instantly, her moans deep and raw, echoing through the room.

I fucked her slow and steady with my fingers while my mouth worshipped her clit, flicking, licking, driving her closer with every pass.

"Don't stop," she growled, voice shaking. "Make me cum on your fucking tongue."

So I did.

I curled my fingers harder, faster, pumping deep while my mouth locked onto her clit, relentless and hungry. Her thighs started to tremble. One boot shifted, heel pressing into the mattress as her entire body tensed. And then she broke.

A choked cry ripped from her lips as her pussy clamped around my fingers, gushing over my hand, her whole body shuddering above me. She came hard, riding my face like it was the only thing keeping her grounded, boots planted wide, fingers tangled in my hair.

I didn't stop until she collapsed forward, panting, skin slick with sweat, her thighs twitching on either side of my face. I slid my fingers out slowly, licking them clean while she watched with a hazy, satisfied smirk.

She leaned in, pressed a kiss to my lips, tasting herself on my tongue, and whispered:

"You worship well. I might just let you do it again."

She stayed hovering above me for a moment, her body flushed, skin glowing, black strands of hair sticking to her cheeks as she caught her breath. I could feel her wetness still dripping down my chin, and I was rock hard beneath her, aching, desperate.

She saw it. Smirked. "You earned the privilege," she said, low and cruel and sweet.

Then she spun around, climbing over me with those big stompy boots thudding against the sheets. Her bare ass brushed my stomach as she turned and straddled my hips, reaching back to grab my cock in one gloved hand. She didn't tease. Didn't stroke it soft.

She lined it up and sat down, slow at first, letting the head slip inside, then pushing all the way down with a greedy, filthy groan that came straight from her chest. Her pussy clenched around me, still soaked from her orgasm, hot and tight and perfect.

I gasped, hands flying to her hips.

But she grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Nuh-uh," she growled. "You don't fuck me. I fuck you." And fuck me she did.

She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis while my cock was buried deep inside her. She used me like a toy, bouncing hard, then slow, then grinding again, working herself toward another orgasm with raw, focused pleasure.

Every thrust drove me deeper into her.

Every moan, every slap of her skin against mine, made me throb harder.

She looked down at me, eyes wild, black lipstick smeared, and said, "Look at you. Just lying there, cock hard, made to be used. You gonna cum for me?"

I groaned beneath her, unable to speak, drowning in the feeling of her riding me, her pussy clenching tighter every time she slammed her hips down.

She leaned forward, dragging her nails down my chest, her tits bouncing with each movement.

"Cum in me," she whispered, voice hot against my mouth. "Fill me. Give me everything."

And I did. My orgasm hit like a fucking explosion, hips bucking, cock throbbing deep inside her, buried to the hilt as I spilled into her.

She moaned when she felt it, rolling her hips even harder to milk every drop.

And right as I finished, she came again, grinding down on me, clenching, crying out as her pussy fluttered around my cock, draining me completely. She collapsed onto my chest, breathless, her boots still tangled in the sheets, her body trembling from pleasure.

We stayed there like that for a while, sweaty, spent, her thighs pressed tight to mine, my cock softening inside her, both of us wrecked in the best fucking way.

She finally looked up at me with a lazy, satisfied smile and said:

"You're mine now. Better keep that cock ready."

She tossed the rope on the bed with a wicked grin. "Your turn to be tied up, sweetheart."

My wrists were bound above my head, ankles spread wide, legs open, completely exposed and at her mercy. Her boots still on, she climbed onto the bed like a predator stalking prey.

"You look fucking delicious like this," she purred, sitting between my thighs and staring down at my cock, already hard, leaking, twitching.

She didn't stroke it. Not yet.

She watched. Made me squirm. Then leaned in and gave the tip a slow, flick of her tongue. Just enough to make me throb.

Then her mouth was on me.

She licked my shaft like it was candy, kissed the head, sucked my balls into her mouth, one after the other, hot, wet, gentle and rough. Her tongue slid beneath them while her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing.

"You wanna cum?" she asked sweetly.

"Fuck, yes..."

"Too bad."

She edged me. Again. And again. Licking, sucking, pumping until my balls were tight and I was begging for release, then pulling away at the last second.

"You'll cum when I say," she whispered. "Until then, you're mine to tease. To taste. To torment."

She straddled my face, riding my tongue again while my cock stood untouched, throbbing between my legs.

She came on my mouth twice before she finally let me finish, untying me just enough to jerk me hard and fast, mouth on my balls while I exploded across my stomach, moaning her name.

She smiled like a dark goddess above me, wiping my cum off her lips with the back of her glove. "Good. Now we start again."

Later that night, she didn't ask.

She just told me.

"You made me cum twice," she said, licking her lips while sliding on her harness, the black leather straps hugging her waist like they belonged there. "Now it's my turn."

Her strap-on was big and intimidating, and the way she grinned made me ache all over again.

"On your knees. Mouth open." I dropped instantly. She stepped forward, boots creaking on the floor, until her cock hovered in front of my lips.

It glistened, slick and ready. I could feel the heat of her body radiating from behind the toy.

I opened my mouth and took her in. "Lick it. Get it wet. Worship it."

I obeyed.

Slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, lips sliding down the shaft. I looked up at her, letting her see the obedience in my eyes. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she guided me with the strap-on like I was nothing but a toy to her now.

"Good boy," she growled. "Lick it like you're getting it ready to fuck your own ass."

I moaned around it, spit pooling at the corners of my lips, dripping down onto my chest. I sucked her like it was real, like I was begging her to take me and use me. And then she face-fucked me.

Hard. No warning. Her hips slammed forward as she gripped my hair, using my mouth like a hole, no gentleness, just control.

Her cock pushed into my throat, making me gag, drool spilling down my chin, her thrusts relentless. I looked up at her, eyes watering, face flushed, utterly wrecked, and still desperate for more. "You like that, don't you? Getting used like a fuck toy."

"Mmm, yes," I choked around her.

She pulled out with a pop and a smear of spit. My face was a mess, and she loved it.

"Good. Now I'm going to ruin your ass too."

She spun me around and bent me over the bed, ass in the air. Her gloved hand smacked it once, hard, before spreading me open and teasing my hole with her slick strap.

"You sucked it so well, now take it face down, ass up." I obeyed.

Boots creaked on the floor behind me, and then I felt her hand between my cheeks, rubbing lube in slow, teasing circles, fingers working me open.

She was patient. Almost gentle. Until she wasn't.

The tip of her cock pushed against me, and I moaned as she eased it inside, inch by inch, until she bottomed out with a growl.

"Fuck yeah, look at you," she whispered, gripping my hips. "Taking it so well. My good boy."

And then she fucked me.

Thrust after thrust, deep and commanding, her hips slapping against my ass, her hands gripping my sides like I belonged to her.

Her thrusts built quickly, hard, deep, ruthless. She held my hips, fucking me with purpose, driving her cock in over and over until I couldn't think. My own cock throbbed under me, leaking uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation.

"Stroke it," she ordered. "Cum for me while I use you."

I obeyed. My hand was a blur as she pounded me, and when I came, I exploded, hot, messy, all over the sheets, my body trembling as she fucked me through it.

Only then did she slow down, pulling out with a slick, wet sound.

I collapsed, ruined. Her boot pushed against my back, keeping me down as she stood tall, satisfied.

"Good boy," she whispered again, pulling out slow and watching the slick stretch. "You better last longer next time, otherwise these boots will have some new balls to kick around."