The Fiery Red-Headed Domme
Enya, the sweet firecrotch dominatrix, sauntered into the lavish penthouse as her latest submissive client, a well-heeled businessman in his 50s, awaited her arrival. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, and the stilettos on her feet punctuated every step. Enya exuded an aura of unbridled sensuality and confidence.
“Good evening, Master,” she purred, her Irish lilt dripping with sultry promise as she locked the door behind her. “I trust you’re ready for an evening of indulgence, as I am more than prepared to satisfy your deepest desires.”
With a mocking glance at the man’s shivering form, Enya removed her tailored suit jacket, revealing a lacy black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Her ample breasts strained against the sheer fabric, and the subtle curve of her ass threatened to pop free from the high-cut panties.
As she approached, the client couldn’t help but stare at the tantalizing display, his mouth going dry at the sight of her glistening pussy, proudly on display through the sheer lace. Enya noticed his fascination and smirked, giving her hips a provocative sway.
“I see you’re enjoying the view, Master,” she teased, reaching out to toy with a button on his dress shirt. “But let’s get down to business, shall we? I have a feeling you’re eager to submit to my every whim.”
With a swift motion, Enya undid his shirt, revealing a hairy, paunchy torso. She traced a finger along the ridges of his abdomen, relishing the tremors that ran through him at her touch.
“Ah, you’re just as nervous as I thought,” she cooed, pinching a sensitive nipple through the fabric of his undershirt. “But don’t worry, darling. I’ll take good care of you, as long as you remember your place and provide me with the offerings I desire.”
Enya guided the trembling man to the plush silk bed, her hands roaming over his body as she pushed him down onto the cushions. She straddled his lap, her heat radiating through the thin barrier of their clothing.
“Now, let’s discuss the terms of our arrangement,” she began, her voice low and husky. “You will provide me with a substantial retainer, to be deposited into my offshore account prior to each session. In addition, you shall present me with a carefully curated selection of the finest lingerie, accessories, and toys for my pleasure.”
The client nodded eagerly, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and arousal. Enya smirked, her fingers deftly unfastening his belt to free his throbbing erection.
“Mmm, you’re already hard for me, aren’t you, Master?” she purred, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “Such a responsive little toy. I think it’s time we put it to good use, don’t you?”
With a wicked grin, Enya leaned down to capture the man’s lips in a searing kiss, her tongue invading his mouth as her hand continued to work his cock. She broke the kiss only to trail her lips down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
As the night wore on, Enya brought the man to the brink of climax only to deny him, toying with him like a cat with a mouse. Finally, she positioned herself above him, the head of his cock poised at her entrance.
“Now, Master,” she breathed, her body trembling with anticipation, “are you prepared to offer yourself up to me, body and soul?”
The client nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and ecstasy. With a sly smile, Enya sank down onto his shaft, her tight heat enveloping him as she began to ride him with a fervor that left him gasping and begging for more.
As dawn broke over the city, Enya dismounted from her conquest, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She collected her fee, packed her toys, and sauntered out of the penthouse, leaving behind a man shattered and unrecognizable from the confident businessman who had greeted her just hours before.
Enya knew that this was only the beginning of their twisted game, and she couldn’t wait to see just how deep she could sink her claws into his wallet – and his soul. After all, a firecrotch domme like her was always hungry for more.
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