Chapter 1: The Arrival
Mike’s heart thundered in his chest as he stood in the dimly lit bedroom, the pink lace panties hugging his skin beneath the fishnets he’d just slipped into. The black corset cinched tight around his waist, accentuating every nervous breath, while the glossy red heels clicked softly against the hardwood with each tentative step. Nat’s gaze burned into him, her smirk sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.
“Well, damn,” she purred, circling him like a predator sizing up her prey. Her voice dripped with amusement, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Look at you, all dolled up like a proper little sissy. I bet you’ve been hard just thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
Mike swallowed, his throat dry, but he managed a shaky grin. “Maybe. You gonna keep teasing, or are you gonna do something about it?”
Nat’s laugh was low, wicked, as she stepped closer, her fingers trailing down the edge of the corset. “Oh, I’ll do plenty, baby. But first, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how horny you’ve been, waiting for me to show up and take control.”
His cheeks flushed, but her commanding tone sent a jolt straight to his cock, already straining against the delicate lace. “I’ve been... fuck, Nat, I’ve been dying for this. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, about us. I’m so damn hard it hurts.”
“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand sliding lower, brushing over the bulge in the panties. Her touch was electric, teasing, and she leaned in, her lips hovering just shy of his ear. “I bet you’re dripping already, aren’t you? Soaking through that pretty little outfit just for me.”
Mike groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily toward her hand. “You’ve got no idea. I’m a mess for you.”
Nat pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him, her grin feral. “Oh, I’ve got every idea. Now turn around. Show me that ass. I wanna see how those panties look stretched over it.”
He obeyed, turning slowly, feeling the lace pull taut as he bent slightly forward. Her approving hum sent a shiver down his spine, and then her hand was there, palming him firmly, her grip possessive. “Fuck, that’s a sight. You’ve got an ass made for this, you know that? I could spend all night playing with it.”
“Then why don’t you?” Mike shot back, his voice bolder now, fueled by the heat building between them. “I didn’t put this on just for show, Nat. I want you to wreck me.”
Her eyes darkened, and she stepped in close, her body pressing against his back. “Careful what you wish for, sissy. I don’t play nice.” Her hand slipped beneath the lace, fingers teasing at his skin, making him gasp. “I’m gonna have you sweating, panting, begging for more before I’m done. You ready for that?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathed, already feeling the heat of her words pool low in his gut. His cock throbbed, desperate for more of her touch, and he could feel himself getting wetter, the fabric clinging to him in all the right ways.
Nat’s other hand slid up his chest, tweaking a nipple through the corset, drawing a sharp hiss from him. “That’s what I like to hear. Now get on the bed. Ass up, face down. I’ve got plans for you, and I’m not waiting another second to see that pretty pussy of yours ready for me.”
Mike’s pulse raced as he crawled onto the bed, positioning himself just as she commanded, the anticipation making his skin prickle. He could hear her rummaging in the bin behind him, the clink of the lube bottle and the rustle of something else—something that made his imagination run wild. Nat’s presence loomed closer, her shadow falling over him, and he knew whatever came next would be explosive.
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