Lucas's breath speeds up as Mistress Raven caresses his uncovered flesh, her nails grazing his touchy skin. She traces a path along his chest, down to his hips, and eventually, her hand wraps round his throbbing cock. Lucas gasps on the electrifying contact, his body writhing with desire.
Mistress Raven's grip tightens, her voice low and commanding. "You belong to me, Lucas. Your delight is mine to control." With each word, she expertly strokes his cock, teasing him mercilessly. Lucas's moans fill the room, his body trembling with need.
As Mistress Raven continues her tantalizing torture, she leans in near, her lips brushing towards Lucas's ear. "You need to cum, don't you, my puppy?" she whispers, her breath warm against his pores and skin. Lucas can simplest manipulate a desperate nod, his mind consumed with the aid of the overpowering preference.
But Mistress Raven is not finished with him yet. She releases his cock, leaving him on the edge of ecstasy. "Not but," she instructions, a depraved smile gambling on her lips. "You have to earn your launch, my obedient slave."
Lucas's breath hitches as Mistress Raven produces a feather-like flogger, trailing it gently across his touchy nipples. The tingling sensation sends waves of satisfaction through his body, combined with the scrumptious ache of anticipation.
And so, the dark dance of pride and ache keeps, with Mistress Raven pushing Lucas to the boundaries of his desire, teasing, tormenting, and in the end worthwhile him with a release that leaves him trembling and entirely spent.