Imani exuded a confident aura as she stood before the besotted man. His pleading eyes reflected a deep longing, a craving that her voluptuous figure and radiant ebony skin only fueled. With a commanding voice, she began to lay out the instructions he yearned to hear.

“First, drop to your knees before me,” she ordered, her words dripping with authority. The man instantly complied, his eagerness to obey her every command palpable. As he knelt, Imani’s fingers traced the contours of her full, round breasts, drawing his gaze to their inviting softness.

“Next, take my hand and place it in your mouth,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for debate. The man eagerly obliged, his lips wrapping around her fingers as if savoring a forbidden dessert. Imani reveled in the dominant position, her smile widening as she sensed his surrender.

“Now, let your hand wander to your zipper,” she continued, her tone dripping with sensual promise. “Undo it and free your throbbing cock, my pet.” The man’s obedient fingers seemed to move of their own accord, eagerly freeing his straining erection.

“Stroke yourself slow and steady,” Imani instructed, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Work up that cum until you’re dripping with it.” The man’s hand moved in a reverberating rhythm, his groans of pleasure mingling with the sound of his skin gliding against the rigid length of his shaft.

“Enough,” Imani declared, her voice a sultry purr. She reached down and firmly grasped the man’s wrist, halting his strokes. “Now, you’ll collect every drop of that cum you’ve worked so hard for, and bring it to my waiting mouth.”

The man’s eyes widened in a mix of shock and excitement as Imani guided his hand to his twitching slit. He watched, transfixed, as she milked out a glistening bead of pre-cum, which she brought to her lips and savored with a knowing smile.

“Good boy,” she praised, her words dripping with amusement. “Now, finish what you started, and give me every last drop.”

The man resumed stroking, his movements urgent and desperate as he chased his release. Imani’s grip on his wrist tightened, urging him on until, with a strangled cry, he reached his climax. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering against his palm and fingers.

Imani’s gaze never left his as she guided his hand to his mouth, the musky scent of his release heavy in the air. “Now, clean up your mess,” she commanded, her voice a seductive purr. The man’s lips closed around his fingers, and he began to suck, lapping up every trace of his spilled essence.

As he worked, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “You may have thought you were in control, but it’s clear who really wears the pants in this relationship,” she whispered, her words sending a shiver down his spine.

Imani’s dominant performance had left the man utterly ensnared, his mind reeling from the overwhelming pleasure of submitting to her every whim. As he finished cleaning his fingers, he looked up at her with a mix of awe and adoration, ready to beg for more of the intoxicating experience she alone could provide.