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Lady Alcina Dimitrescu was a natural born dominant if ever there was such a thing, having the ability to bring anyone she desired to their knees with only a few words in that enchanting voice of hers and a stern look. A true figure of authority who wielded it with such grace and ease that one couldn’t help but give her whatever it was she wanted from them — and you weren’t immune to her magnetic presence either.
Far from it, in fact. Which made it all the more unusual and amusing for your lover to watch you try and earn her submission on those rare occasions where she permitted you to take the lead.
Moments like this.
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She truly was the most beautiful woman you'd ever known, and that was especially clear when you were in a position like this: strong, pale body stripped bare sage for the tasteful hints of crimson hugging her ample chest and clinging to her waist, remnants of the tailored lingerie that you'd torn from her form in your first display of authority (though even then you'd trembled as you held the knife, desperate to prove yourself and earn the submission she'd so generously given you); impossibly dark eyes staring down at you, the corners wrinkled with a barely contained mirth as she watched you struggle in your attempts to maintain your dominant facade, confidence waxing and waning from moment to moment as you tried desperately to focus on what you were doing — which only made it more difficult for you to keep your composure; perfectly long legs spread just wide enough to accommodate your smaller frame as you shuffled forwards on your knees, using one hand steady yourself and the other to massage your way up her muscular thigh (taking your time to pause and lean over to kiss each stretch mark or scar you stumbled upon as you went), until you were finally able to position the leaking tip of your cock against her gushing entrance. Pausing for the briefest of moments to look for her approval and, upon seeing her smirk and nod, finally pushing in to her wet pussy.
And, heavens have mercy, she felt so amazing that had you died there between her legs you'd have been at peace. Tight, and wet, and warm as her cunt effortlessly swallowed every inch of your length until your pelvis was pressed right against hers and still she barely seemed to react — only bringing another glass of wine to her grinning lips as she let you do what you wished.
You, however, were already struggling to stay in control — of your lover, certainly (though that was only a facade and you both knew it), but also of yourself. Only able to grit your teeth and dig your nails into her thighs as you tried desperately to ground yourself, to be able to hang on long enough to actually pleasure her as she had done for you countless times before. Though with even the slightest movement of your hips causing all of the muscles in your abdomen to tighten in that telltale way, you doubted that you'd be able to last even a fraction as long as you hoped.
'Are you struggling, dragostea mea?' She teased, just barely hiding her amused smirk behind the rim of her wine glass. You hummed and shook your head, not quite trusting your voice, but that only made her laugh — a warm, rich, full sort of laugh that sent a wave of flustered heat erupting across your cheeks and neck — before she wiped a stray tear from her eye and gestured for you to continue.
So that’s exactly what you did: timid, slow, steady, careful above all else, and determined to prove her assertion wrong and wipe that cocky smirk off of her face. You would earn her submission. You would make her cum. You would last.
Or, at least, you’d try your best — but damn if it wasn’t tempting to just give in and fill her dripping pussy with your cum like your mind was screaming at you to do…