"Oh no," she said, pretending to scold me. "We're not done yet."
Before I could respond, she swung a leg over me, straddling my hips. Her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping into me. But this time, there was something different in her movements, a calculated assertiveness that made my heart race. She reached behind her, and I heard the faint clink of metal. My eyes widened as she pulled out a strap-on from somewhere—where the hell did that come from?—and held it up with a wicked grin.
"Time for you to learn your place," she purred, her voice dripping with authority.
My mouth went dry. "Lakshmi… what are you—"
She silenced me with a finger to my lips, her other hand already fastening the harness around her hips. The sight of her standing there, bare except for the black leather straps and the dildo protruding from them, was almost surreal. Her toned stomach, her smooth thighs, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders—she looked like a queen ready to claim her throne.
"You've had your fun," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now it's my turn."
I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off again, this time with a sharp slap to my thigh. The sting made me gasp, and she smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction.
"Lie down," she commanded, her voice firm. "And don't you dare move unless I tell you to."
I hesitated for a moment, torn between arousal and hesitation. But the look in her eyes, the way she loomed over me with such confidence, left no doubt about who was in charge. Reluctantly, I obeyed, lying back against the cushions and letting her take control.
She leaned down, her breasts grazing my chest as she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Good boy." Then, without warning, her hands gripped my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. The sudden movement left me disoriented, but before I could react, she was on top of me, her weight pressing me into the couch.
"Relax," she murmured, her fingers trailing down my back, sending shivers through me. "I'll make it good for you."
Her hands moved lower, spreading my cheeks apart, and I felt her breath against my most intimate area. The sensation was electric, and I couldn't help but tense up.
"Shh," she soothed, her voice soft now, almost tender. "Trust me."
And then her tongue was on me, warm and wet, teasing my rim. I gasped, gripping the cushions as she began to lick in slow, deliberate circles. Her technique was maddening, alternating between gentle flicks and deeper strokes that made me moan into the fabric beneath me.