Queen Niki enters, Her bl*ck PVC bikini hugging every curve, the material reflecting the light like polished armor. The riding crop in Her hand taps rhythmically against Her palm—a silent warning. Her sl*ve is already secured to the massage table, wrists and ankles bound in unyielding leather, his body spread open and helpless. There is no negotiation. There is only Her command.

She doesn’t w*ste time. The riding crop snaps against his chest, the sound sharp and final. "Wake the f*ck up, b*tch," She demands, Her voice cutting through the silence. "You’re gonna make Me c*m today. I’m gonna f*ck your face, and if you fail, you’ll regret it." His response is instant, his voice trembling. "Yes, Goddess." She doesn’t acknowledge his submission—it’s already assumed.

Queen Niki steps onto the table, Her presence overwhelming. She hovers above his face, Her shaved p*ssy just out of reach, the warmth of Her skin radiating down. "Smell it, sl*ve," She orders, pressing closer. "Tell Me how it smells. Tell Me how badly you want to taste it." His breath hitches as he inhales, the rich, musky scent of Her arousal filling his senses. "It’s perfect, Goddess," he whimpers. "Please, let me taste You." She smirks, drawing out his desperation. "Beg," She commands. And he does, his voice cr*cking, his pride dissolving. Only when She’s satisfied does She lower Herself onto his face, Her full weight pinning him down. "Start slow," She instructs, parting Her lips with Her fingers. "L*ck the outside. Then go deeper."

His tongue moves cautiously at first, but She won’t tolerate hesitation. The riding crop strikes his chest again. "Deeper. Harder. Suck My clit like your life depends on it." Her orders are sharp, unrelenting. He obeys, his tongue working frantically as She rocks against his mouth, grinding down with increasing intensity. His face flushes, his breath shallow, but She doesn’t care. "Can you breathe, b*tch?" She taunts, pressing harder. "Too bad. Make Me c*m, and maybe I’ll let you." His muffled pleas are lost beneath Her, his world reduced to the taste of Her, the pressure of Her, the crushing reality of Her control.

She rides his face with growing intensity, Her thighs clamping around his head as She uses him without mercy. "Don’t you dare stop," She growls, Her voice thick with pleasure. A small *rgasm shakes through Her, but She’s far from finished. She stands, turning to face his feet, Her p*ssy poised above his mouth once more. "Let’s see if you can take it this way," She says, dropping down. Her weight cuts off his air, his nose the only part of him still visible. "Harder, b*tch! Show Me what you’re worth!" She bounces, using his face like a toy, her moans echoing through the room as he struggles to keep up.

Her movements grow more aggressive, more demanding. She turns again, straddling his face, Her legs dangling off the edge of the table. "Your face was made for this," She sneers, grinding down until he’s nothing beneath Her. She doesn’t stop. She won’t stop. Not until She’s taken everything from him.

This isn’t just about pleasure—it’s about ownership. It’s about reminding him that his only purpose is to serve, to worship, to endure for Her satisfaction. When She finally stands, leaving him gasping, his face glistening, She looks down at him with cold authority. "Useless," She murmurs, stepping away. "But you’ll do for now."

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