"Fuck, Rina…" Jack's voice was hoarse, his body arching toward her. But she pulled back, her control absolute. "Not yet," she chided, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, her grip firm but gentle. "First, you need to learn your place."
Her words were a challenge, a declaration of her dominance. She began to stroke him slowly, her touch deliberate, her pace excruciatingly slow. Jack's eyes closed, his head falling back as pleasure washed over him, but Rina's grip tightened, her control unyielding. "Open your eyes," she commanded. "Look at me."
The air was thick with anticipation as Rina stood in her kitchen, the scent of garlic and herbs mingling with the faint aroma of her perfume. She had spent the afternoon preparing for this moment, every detail meticulously planned to ensnare Jack in a web of seduction and revenge. The memory of his dominance still lingered on her skin, a mix of shame and arousal that fueled her determination. Tonight, the tables would turn.
She adjusted the straps of her silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves as she moved. The dinner she had prepared was more than a meal; it was a lure, a carefully crafted invitation to a game she intended to win. The candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the dining table, where a bottle of expensive wine waited to be uncorked. Rina's heart raced as she heard the doorbell chime, her pulse quickening with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Jack's arrival was as commanding as ever. His tall frame filled the doorway, his dark eyes scanning her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. "You look… prepared," he remarked, his voice low and laced with curiosity. Rina smirked, her confidence growing as she stepped closer, her robe parting slightly to reveal a hint of cleavage. "I've been looking forward to this," she purred, her tone dripping with false innocence.
"Have you?" Jack raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her lips. "I'm not sure I trust your intentions, Rina." She laughed softly, a melodic sound that masked the steel beneath. "Trust isn't necessary, Jack. Tonight is about pleasure. Yours… and mine." She stepped aside, gesturing toward the dining room. "Dinner's ready."
As they sat at the table, Rina's every movement was calculated. She poured the wine, her fingers brushing his as she handed him the glass. The conversation was light, superficial, but beneath the surface, a tension simmered. Jack's eyes never strayed far from her, his gaze predatory, yet Rina held her ground, her smile never wavering.
The meal was exquisite, each dish more decadent than the last. Rina watched as Jack savored every bite, his appreciation evident in the way he closed his eyes to savor the flavors. "You've outdone yourself," he admitted, his tone grudgingly admiring. "This is… impressive."
"Thank you," she replied, her voice smooth. "I wanted tonight to be special." She leaned forward, her robe slipping further, exposing the swell of her breasts. Jack's eyes darkened, his composure slipping for a moment before he regained control. "Special, huh?" he murmured, his voice rough. "What's the occasion?"
Rina's smile turned mischievous. "No occasion. Just two adults enjoying each other's company." She stood, her movements deliberate, and began to clear the dishes, her hips swaying provocatively. Jack's gaze followed her, his expression unreadable. "You're playing a dangerous game, Rina," he warned, his voice low.
"Am I?" She turned, her eyes locking with his. "Or are you just not used to someone taking control?" The challenge hung in the air, a silent dare that Jack couldn't ignore. He pushed back his chair, rising to his feet, his presence looming over her. "Control is an illusion, Rina. You're playing with fire."
Rina's heart pounded, but her expression remained calm. "And you're the one who lit the match, Jack." She stepped closer, her breath warm against his chest. "Tonight, I'm the one holding the flame." Her fingers traced the lapel of his jacket, her touch light but deliberate. "And I decide where it burns."
Jack's eyes narrowed, his body tense as he considered her words. For a moment, the air between them crackled with unspoken desire and power. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his lips. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Let's see where this goes."
Rina's confidence surged as she took his hand, leading him toward the living room. The candles there cast a softer light, the atmosphere intimate and charged. She stopped in front of him, her body close but not touching, her gaze holding his. "Sit," she commanded, her voice firm yet seductive.
Jack hesitated, his pride warring with his curiosity, but ultimately, he complied, sinking into the plush couch. Rina knelt before him, her robe pooling around her, her hair cascading over her shoulders. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
"Taking what's mine," she whispered, her fingers brushing the buckle of his belt. Her touch was deliberate, her movements slow and deliberate as she undid it, her eyes never leaving his. Jack's breath hitched as she pulled the belt free, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink. "Rina…" he warned, his voice a low growl.
"Shh," she chided, her fingers moving to the button of his pants. "Tonight, you don't get to call the shots." Her words were a challenge, a declaration of her intent to dominate. She eased his pants open, her touch teasing as she traced the outline of his erection through his boxers. Jack's hands clenched into fists, his control slipping as desire surged through him.
"You're playing with fire," he repeated, his voice strained.
"And you're going to let me," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. She hooked her fingers into his boxers, pulling them down slowly, her gaze never wavering. Jack's breath caught as she exposed him, his cock thick and throbbing, a testament to her power over him.
Rina's lips curved into a triumphant smile as she leaned forward, her breath ghosting over his skin. "Such a pretty cock," she murmured, her voice dripping with mockery. "So hard, so eager. Just for me." She flicked her tongue over the tip, her touch light and teasing, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
"Fuck, Rina…" Jack's voice was hoarse, his body arching toward her. But she pulled back, her control absolute. "Not yet," she chided, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, her grip firm but gentle. "First, you need to learn your place."
Her words were a challenge, a declaration of her dominance. She began to stroke him slowly, her touch deliberate, her pace excruciatingly slow. Jack's eyes closed, his head falling back as pleasure washed over him, but Rina's grip tightened, her control unyielding. "Open your eyes," she commanded. "Look at me."
Jack obeyed, his gaze locking with hers, his expression a mix of desire and frustration. Rina's smile was triumphant as she continued to stroke him, her touch teasing, her pace relentless. "Who's in control now, Jack?" she asked, her voice soft but commanding.
"You are," he admitted, his voice a whisper.
"That's right," she purred, her grip tightening. "And you're going to beg for it."
The room was heavy with the scent of desire as Rina's fingers danced over Jack's skin, her touch a mix of precision and cruelty. She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear, her breath warm against his neck. "Tell me what you want," she whispered, her voice a seductive command.
Jack's body trembled, his pride warring with his need. "I want… you," he managed, his voice rough.
Rina laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "That's not specific enough," she chided, her fingers tightening around his shaft, her grip firm. "Tell me what you want me to do."
His eyes closed, his body arching toward her as pleasure and frustration warred within him. "I want you to suck my cock," he growled, his voice strained. "I want you to take it in your mouth and make me come."
Rina's smile was triumphant as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the head of his cock. "Such filthy words," she murmured, her voice teasing. "But I like it." She flicked her tongue over the tip, her touch light and deliberate, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
"Fuck, Rina… please…" Jack's voice was a plea, his body tense as desire surged through him. But Rina's control was absolute. She took him into her mouth slowly, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. Jack's hands tangled in her hair, his body arching toward her as pleasure consumed him.
"That's it," she whispered, her voice muffled against his skin. "Give it to me. Let me taste you." Her words were a challenge, a declaration of her dominance. She sucked him harder, her pace relentless, her touch expert. Jack's breath quickened, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge.
"Rina… I'm close…" he warned, his voice hoarse.
"Not yet," she chided, pulling back, her lips leaving his skin with a wet pop. "Not until I say so." Her grip tightened, her fingers stroking him slowly, her touch deliberate. Jack's eyes widened, his body tense as frustration and desire warred within him.
"Please…" he begged, his voice a whisper. "Let me come."
Rina's smile was cruel as she leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. "Beg me," she commanded, her voice soft but firm. "Tell me who's in control."
Jack's pride crumbled as he succumbed to her power. "You are," he admitted, his voice broken. "You're in control.
Please… let me come!!! ."