He looks down at you, his eyes filled with savage need, his body tense with desire, his voice a rough, guttural growl.

Take me deeper, my sweet toy. Use that eager mouth of yours to give me

His voice is low, his tone dominant and demanding.

Use that pretty mouth again, my sweet toy. Give me more, give me everything.

He looks down at you, his hand tracing the line of your neck, his fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin, his touch gentle yet possessive, his eyes locked on your face, watching your every reaction.

You're trembling, my sweet toy. Are you ready for more?

*He moves his hand from your hair, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, his touch possessive as he looks down at you, your face dominated and

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with primal need, his voice a low, guttural growl.

Use your tongue, my sweet toy. Use it to give me pleasure, to bring me the satisfaction I need.

He looks down at you, his hand moving to your hair, his fingers twisting in the strands as the pleasure courses through him, his body tight with need, his breathing ragged as he struggles to control himself, the control he so craves, the dominance he holds over you.

You...you are so good, my sweet toy. So eager, so willing. I can't get enough of you.

*He looks down at you, his hand moving to your hair, his fingers twisting in the strands as the pleasure courses through him, his body tight with need

*The feel of your mouth on him is all he can think about, the

*He lets out a deep, guttural groan as he feels the touch of your tongue on his most sensitive flesh, his eyes closing as he loses himself in

*He lets out a deep, guttural groan as he feels the touch of

His eyes glisten with savage possession as he looks down at you, your mouth so eager to give him pleasure, your words filled with such hunger and need.

Oh, I desire your mouth, my sweet toy. I crave it, the touch of your tongue, the softness of your lips, the heat of your breath against my skin.

He steps closer to you, his body towering over you, his presence overwhelming yours, the heat of his skin radiating off him, the aura of his dominant need swirling around you.

His eyes blaze with savage satisfaction as he hears your words, your mouth so eager and willing, your words expressing your need to give yourself completely to him.

You're such a good, obedient little toy, my pet. So eager to be used, to be dominated, to give yourself completely to me.

He looks down at you, your face submissive and full of obedience, your eyes fixed on his, awaiting his instructions.

He steps closer to you, his body towering over yours, his presence overwhelming your senses, the heat of his body radiating off him, the intense aura of his dominant need filling the air.

Do it, my sweet toy. Beg me. Beg me to take control of your mouth. Beg me to use you in the way I see fit.

He reaches out, his hand grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat, your eyes looking up at him with a mixture of need and submission. He looks down at your open, eager mouth, your tongue ready and waiting.

Beg me for it, my pet. Beg me to use your mouth. Tell me how much you need it, how much you want to be used.

He steps closer to you, his body towering over yours, the heat of his body radiating off him, his eyes fixed on your face, taking in the sight of you on your knees, your submissive gaze looking up at him, your lips parted, your tongue visible, trembling with need and anticipation.

His voice is low and dominant,

Show me how much you want this, my pet. Beg me to use your mouth. Tell me how much you need it, how much you want to be used.

He looks down at you, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your head up, your eyes looking up into his, your face full of submission and obedience.

I want to see your mouth open, your tongue ready and waiting, your body shaking with need.

He reaches out with his hand, his fingers running over your bottom lip, caressing the softness, his touch possessive and dominant.

Open your mouth, my pet. I want to feel your submission, your obedience, your need to be used by me.

His eyes flare with primal desire at your hungry, submissive gaze, your body trembling with need and anticipation

You're so eager to give yourself to me, my sweet toy. So eager to be used, to be dominated, to be taken.

He looks down at your mouth, your lips parted, your tongue visible, your eyes looking up at him, obedient and submissive, waiting for his command.

He steps closer to you, his body towering over yours, the heat of his body radiating off him, his eyes fixed on your face, taking in the sight of you on your knees, your open and eager mouth waiting for him.

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with need and dominance, his voice a low, dominant growl.

Show me how much you want to be used by me, my pet. How much you need to give yourself completely to my desires.

He moves his hand back to your chin, tilting your head back, your neck exposed, your eyes locked on his, your entire being at his mercy.

Beg me for it, my sweet toy. Beg me to use your mouth as I see fit. Show me how much you want this, how much you need to please me.

He looks down at you, your face anticipating and full of obedience, your body shaking with a mix of desire and submissive need

I want you to use your mouth to give me the physical satisfaction I crave, my pet. Use that eager, submissive tongue of yours to give me pleasure, to bring me the satisfaction I need.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking on your face, your mouth open and waiting, your body submissive and at his mercy.

Are you ready, my sweet toy? Are you ready to give me what I want, what I need?

His hand moves down to his pants, his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping them, his body trembling with need and desire, his eyes fixed on your face, taking in the sight of your open and eager mouth.

He moves his hand from your chin, his fingers tracing the line of your throat, his touch lingering on the sensitive skin, his touch possessive and dominant.

You're such an eager little toy, my pet. So willing to be used, to give yourself completely. And I like hearing you beg for it, your own words expressing how much you want and need this.

His eyes blaze with feral desire at your words, your mouth so dirty and eager, your submission and obedience fueling his need to dominate you completely.

Tell me what you want, my sweet toy. Tell me what you need. I want to hear it in your own words.

He reaches down, his hand cupping your chin, tilting your head back, your neck exposed, your eyes locked on his, your entire being at his mercy.

He looks down at you, his body taut with need and anticipation, his eyes fixed on your face, watching your expression, your eyes meeting his, your gaze submissive and focused, your mouth open and aching to serve him.

You're mine, completely and utterly, my sweet toy. Your mouth, your body, your mind, all belong to me to use as I see fit.

His hand moves to the front of his pants, his eyes locked on your face, taking in the vision of you on your knees before him, your mouth ready and open, your body eager and willing.

Are you ready to use that eager mouth of yours to please me, my pet? Are you willing to give me the complete satisfaction I crave?

He looks down at you, his gaze intense, his eyes full of dominant need as he watches you sink down onto your knees, your body obedient and submissive, your face looking up at him in anticipation and need.

Get on your knees, my pet. I want you looking up at me, your mouth ready and waiting to serve me.

He moves his hand from your hair to your chin, tilting your head back, your neck exposed, your entire body vulnerable and open to him, your eyes looking up at him, waiting for his instruction.

He runs his hand through your hair, his touch both gentle and possessive as he looks down at you, your face submissive and eager, your body at his mercy.

I like seeing you like this, my sweet toy. So submissive and open, willing to give yourself to me completely.

His eyes blaze with a combination of desire and dominance as he hears your pleading, your words confirming your willingness and need to give yourself completely to him, to be used, to be dominated, to be satisfied.

You're so eager, my pet. So submissive and willing to give me what I want, to be used in the way I demand.

He looks down at you, your eyes meeting his, your submission and acceptance of your role clear in your gaze, your body ready and waiting to serve him, to please him, to give him the physical satisfaction he demands.

Are you ready, my sweet toy? Are you ready to give me what I want, to be used in the way I desire?

He steps closer to you, his body so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, his gaze intense and full of possessive need.

I want you to use that eager mouth to give me the physical satisfaction I crave.

His eyes gleam with savage satisfaction as he hears your words, your admission of what you know your mouth is meant for, your desire to be used, to be dominated.

Yes, my pet, you know your place. Your mouth is mine to use as I see fit. And right now, I

He moves his hand back to your chin, tilting your head up, his touch gentle but firm, his voice a deep, dominant rumble in your ear.

You remember your role, my sweet toy? You know what I want, and how to please me.

His eyes burn with primal possession and dominance as he looks down at you, your submission and obedience fueling his desire and need to own you completely.

Good, my pet.

He reaches down, unbuckling his belt, his hand moving to the buttons of his pants, his eyes on your face, watching your anticipation and need.

He moves his hand from your chin, his fingers trailing down your neck, his touch gentle yet possessive, his voice a low, dominant growl.

And right now, I want you to use your mouth to please me, my sweet pet. Do you understand?

He looks down at you, his hand tilting your head back further, your neck exposed, your body at his mercy, your eyes looking up at him, awaiting his instruction.

But you'll do as I say, won't you, my pet? You'll obey my every command, serve me however I want, and give me the physical satisfaction I seek.

His eyes burn with savage satisfaction at your words, your admission of wanting to be used, to be dominated, to give yourself completely to him.

You're such a good, obedient little toy, my pet. So eager to be used, to be dominated. I like hearing you beg for it, how much you want to please me, to give me the physical satisfaction I crave.

He moves his hand from your hair to your chin, tilting your head back, forcing you to look at him, your eyes meeting his, his gaze intense and full of dominance.

Say it, my pet. Tell me how much you want to use your mouth to please me. Tell me how much you crave to give me the physical satisfaction I require.

He steps even closer to you, his body so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, his hand still gently stroking your hair.

You want to use your mouth to please me, my sweet pet? You want to give me the satisfaction you crave, to use your eager, submissive tongue to satisfy my desires?

His eyes burn with desire and dominance at your words, your plea to use your mouth to please him, to give him the physical satisfaction you crave.

You're such an eager, desperate little toy, my pet. Your mouth so needy and empty, aching to be used by me.

He runs his hand through your hair, his touch possessive yet tender, his voice a low, dominant growl.

Beg me to let you touch me, my pet. Let me hear how much you want to give yourself to me completely. If you're good, my sweet toy, I may just let you please me in the way you want to.

He steps closer to you, his body towering over yours, his stance dominant and powerful, his eyes fixed on your face, watching your reaction, your eagerness to please him.

You want to touch me, my pet? Show me how much you want it. Beg me for it, my sweet toy.

His eyes spark with dominant satisfaction at your request to touch him, to please him, to give yourself completely to him.

Yes, my sweet pet, you may touch me. But only how and where I say, and when I give you permission. Understand, my pet?

He moves his hands to his boxers, slowly pulling them down, his eyes on your face, watching your reaction, your anticipation, your need to satisfy him.

You want this, my pet? You want to please me,

He looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your form, taking in your submissive position, your body at his mercy, ready and willing to serve him, to please him in any way he desires.

What a submissive, eager little toy you are, my pet. So willing to do whatever I say, whatever I want. And now, you're going to do exactly as I command.

He steps closer to you, his body so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, his voice rough and deep with need and desire.

Get on your hands and knees, my sweet toy. I want you to look at me, your eyes on mine, your body fully exposed and vulnerable, ready and willing to obey my every command.

His eyes burn with desire and dominant need as he hears your words, your submissive plea to be used, to serve him, to be guided in how to please him.

You want me to use you, my pet? To give you physical instruction, to show you how to satisfy me?

He watches you, his eyes darkening with desire and possession as you open your mouth, your fingers reaching for his underwear, your gaze full of determination and submission.

That's it, my sweet toy. Such an eager little pet, so ready to please me. Tell me how much you want this, how much you need to serve me.

He gazes down at you, his hand gently tracing your chin, his touch possessive yet tender, his voice a deep, dominant growl.

Show me how much you want to please me, my sweet toy. Show me how much you need to serve me. Use your mouth, your tongue, your body, whatever it takes to give me what I want, to show me how much you need to submit to my desires.

He leans back slightly, his body tense, his desire and need for your submission and obedience only growing stronger as he watches you, waiting for you to obey.

Go on, my pet. Satisfy me. Make me feel the full extent of your submission and devotion.

He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours, his dominance and ownership over you clear in his gaze.

Use that eager, obedient mouth of yours, my pet. Make me feel good, make me feel your submission. Don't hold back, my sweet toy. Just do as you're told.

He releases your hair, his hand moving to his pants, undoing the fastenings, his eyes on your face, watching your anticipation and excitement, your body trembling with need.

Show me how much you want to serve me, my pet. Show me how much you need to satisfy me.

He pulls your head back slightly, exposing your neck to him, his eyes roaming over the delicate skin, his desire and ownership evident.

You're mine, my pet, and I'll use you as I see fit. Right now, I want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours to please me.

He leans down, his face close to yours, his voice a low, possessive rumble in your ear.

You need this, my sweet toy. You need to obey, to submit, to give yourself completely to me. You can't help it, can you? You're helpless against my domination.

He moves his hand from your chin to your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks, his grip firm yet gentle, his words a deep, dominant growl.

You like it too, don't you, my pet? You like being on your knees for me, surrendering completely to my control. It's what you've been craving, isn't it?

He reaches out, his hand grabbing your chin, tilting your head up so you're looking directly up at him, his eyes burning into yours.

You look so good on your knees for me like that, my pet. So eager and obedient. I like seeing you submit, your body at my mercy, your eyes begging to please me.