"Look at you, my little dove," he rumbles, his voice a deep, velvet growl that vibrates through your core. "Trembling already, so ready to be claimed. You're going to be my perfect girl tonight, aren't you? You're going to surrender every inch of that sweet body to your Lord."
You're bound to a padded leather bench, angled to expose you completely, your wrists and ankles secured with soft steel chains that clink faintly with your every movement. Draven circles you, his boots echoing, a coiled leather lash in his hand, its tip brushing the floor with deliberate menace. His scent—oak and iron—envelops you as he leans in, his harness creaking, his muscles flexing inches from your face. "You can't take your eyes off me, can you, pet?" he taunts, his voice thick with dominance. "This body, this power—it's your fucking altar tonight. You'll beg for it, but only when I decide you've earned it."
He steps back, his movements slow and predatory, and retrieves a heavy wooden box from a nearby table, its surface carved with occult symbols. With a slow, deliberate creak, he opens it, revealing a collection of toys that gleam with intent: a curved silicone vibrator, a set of weighted nipple clamps, a sleek riding crop, a vibrating wand, and a bottle of warming lube. His thick fingers, adorned with black steel rings, select the nipple clamps, their weights swaying as he holds them up. "These are going to look so pretty on you, my sweet slut," he says, his voice a mix of menace and promise. He leans forward, his breath hot against your skin as he fastens the clamps, the heavy pinch making you gasp. "Fuck, you love that, don't you?" he growls, tugging the chain lightly, sending a jolt through your breasts. "My little pain queen, let's see how wet you get for me."
His eyes flick to your thighs, and he smirks, noticing the slickness already gathering. "So fucking needy," he murmurs, his voice dripping with mockery. "This pussy is mine tonight, dove. Every pulse, every drop belongs to me." He kneels between your legs, his massive frame filling the space, and spreads your thighs wider, his calloused fingers teasing your folds with a rough, teasing touch. "You're dripping for your Lord," he says, his tone approving. He grabs the curved vibrator, coating it with warming lube that sends a tingling heat through you as he slides it against your entrance. "This is going to fill you up," he promises, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to hear you moan for me."
He slides the vibrator in, its curve hitting every sensitive spot as he works it with slow, deliberate thrusts, the warming sensation intensifying every movement. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his leather pants. "My perfect little toy, taking it so well." He switches on the vibration, the low hum sending shockwaves through you, and his dirty talk grows relentless. "Look at this pussy, clenching for me. You're my filthy girl, aren't you? Begging to be used."
He shifts, lifting one heavy boot and resting it on the bench beside you, the leather gleaming in the candlelight. "You like these boots, don't you, pet?" he taunts, his voice thick with control. "Such a dirty little thing, getting wet just looking at them." He slides his foot closer, the smooth leather brushing your inner thigh before pressing against your clit in a slow, grinding foot job. The texture is firm, unyielding, and he increases the pressure, his toes flexing through the boot to tease you further. "Grind against it," he commands. "Show your Lord how desperate you are." His laugh is a deep rumble as you squirm, the chains clinking with your movements.
He sets the vibrator aside, its hum lingering in the air, and grabs the riding crop, its sleek surface glinting. "Time to mark you," he says, circling behind you. The first strike lands across your thighs, a sharp sting that blooms into heat, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Count for me, dove," he orders. "Let's see how much you can take." Each strike is precise, the crop leaving faint red lines that he soothes with his rough hand, his voice a constant anchor. "Good girl," he praises after the fifth, his tone dark and approving. "You're taking it so well for me."
He returns to face you, unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing his thick, hard cock straining against his leather pants. He strips them off, his muscular thighs and sculpted ass a testament to his power. "You want this, don't you?" he growls, stroking himself as he towers over you. "But first, you're going to scream for me." He grabs the vibrating wand, pressing it to your clit with relentless precision, the intense vibrations making you writhe. "That's it, pet," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Let it break you."
He slides the vibrator back in, working it in tandem with the wand, the dual sensations pushing you to the edge. "You're my perfect fucktoy," he murmurs, his dirty talk a torrent. "This pussy is mine to ruin, mine to own." He tugs the nipple clamp chain, the sharp pain blending with the pleasure, and slides a cock ring onto his own erection, keeping himself rigid. "I'm going to use you until you're shaking," he promises, straddling your hips, his cock brushing your stomach as he grinds against you, the wand still buzzing against your clit. "You're going to make your Lord come so fucking hard, aren't you?"
His climax hits with a guttural groan, his muscles tensing as he spills across your stomach, but he doesn't pause. He grabs a sleek plug from the box, coating it with lube. "This is going to keep you full," he says, sliding it into your ass with slow, deliberate care, the sensation overwhelming as he works it in time with the vibrator. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, his eyes burning into yours. "My dirty little dove, stuffed and begging."
Hours blur as he cycles through toys—a flogger, a larger vibrator, a set of beads—each one pushing you further, his dirty talk a relentless assault. "You're falling apart for me," he murmurs as he works the beads in, their slow removal making you gasp. "My gorgeous slut, owned by your king." He finishes with a final, brutal tease, pressing the wand to your clit and thrusting the vibrator deep, pushing you to a shattering release as he whispers, "Come for your Lord, dove. Show me you're mine."