A murky existence, where shadows linger and secrets whisper. Here, “Cyn” reigns supreme. Her dominion of debauchery.

She saunters through the crowd of desperate souls, her hips swaying hypnotically. Fishnets hug slender thighs, stiletto boots clicking on the stone floor. The corset cinches her waist, pushing up ample breasts barely contained by the black lace. A vision of gothic seduction. Pink hair falls in wispy tendrils around her pale face. Full lips glisten, painted blood red.

Blade-blue eyes scan the room, predatory. Pupils dilate in the darkness, reflecting the twisted images around her. A maze of chains, leather, and human flesh. The scent of lust hangs heavy.

She spots him across the room and smiles. A hungry grin, promising pleasure and pain. This one has potential. Cocky, yet wary. A rabbit twitching in her sights. She’d enjoy breaking him.

Cyn slinks through the shadows, closing in. Her prey watches her approach, equal parts desire and apprehension. Good. He should be nervous.

She moves in close, backing him against the rough stone wall. He trembles minutely but holds his ground. Foolish boy.

“Enjoying the view, pet?” Her voice, a velvet rasp promising sin. She trails a black-lacquered nail down his chest, sharp just shy of drawing blood.

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Every inch, sweet thing.” Cheeky. She’ll enjoy wiping that smirk off his face.

Cyn pushes herself against him, soft in all the right places. He groans, hands coming up to grip her waist. She allows it, for now.

“Mmm, I do like a brave one,” she purrs, nipping at his throat. “But I wonder, darling…can you handle me?”

His eyes dark with want, he bucks his hips forward, grinding against her. “I’ll lick you up, kitten. Every. Last. Drop.”

Her breath hitches. Dirty talk. How intoxicating.

Splaying her hand over his chest, she shoves him back. He stumbles. A few in the crowd titter. She only grins.

“Big words, pretty boy. Think you’re man enough to back them up?”

Cyn circles him slowly, like a snake eyeing a mouse. “Or are you all talk? I can’t abide a liar.”

He turns to face her, jaw clenched. “I’m no liar, bitch.”

She tsk-tsks. “Such language. And here I thought we could be friends.”

Quick as a viper, she lashes out, grabbing his shirt. Yanks him close. Her eyes flash.

“Call me that again and I’ll shove my stiletto up your tight ass. Understand?”

Bulging eyes flit to her boot. He swallows. Nods jerky. She releases him with a shove.

“Now. Get on your knees and put that filthy mouth to work.”

He drops down, face level with her thighs. She looks down at him, head tilted. Waiting.

Slowly, he reaches up and traces the lacy edge of her panties. Glances up through sooty lashes. Brat.

She makes a considering noise as he hooks a finger in the fabric. Tugs. The delicate lace rips with a soft snick.

“Careful, love. These are expensive.” She steps out of them, kicks the scrap aside. “Now, worship me like you mean it.”

He buries his face between her thighs with a groan.allelujah. Finally, he knows his place. She grinds against his eager mouth, riding his tongue.

The room fades away until it’s only her, him, and the slide of skin on skin. Coherent thought evaporates in a wash of sensation.

“Fuck, yes…just like that…” Her head tips back, eyes fluttering. She fists a hand in his hair, holding him in place. He works her over and she lets him, chasing her peak.

It builds, a tightening coil low in her belly. She’s so close, teetering on the edge. He sucks her clit and she shatters with a strangled cry.

White hot ecstasy crashes through her. Sparks dance behind her eyes. Her thighs clamp around his head as she rides out the waves.

Finally, she sags back against the wall, releasing him. He sits back on his heels, chin glistening. Smug bastard.

She takes a moment to collect herself. Wipes a smear of arousal from his cheek with her thumb. Brings it to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He parts his lips, sealing them around the digit. Laves it with his tongue. She hums, eyes gleaming.

Drawing her hand back, she cups his face. Strokes his cheek almost tenderly. He leans into the touch, eyes closing.

“Good boy. You’ve earned a reward.”

Her other hand slips between them, curling around his straining erection through his pants. He bucks into her grip with a hiss.

She works him with long, firm strokes. He pants against her throat, hips jerking in time.

“That’s it, love. Let go. I want to feel you come undone.”

It doesn’t take long. A few more pumps and he’s shuddering, spending himself in her hand with a choked moan.

She milks him through it, then releases him. He slumps back, boneless.

Cyn smirks down at her new toy. He’d do nicely. For now, she’d keep him. Train him to worship her as he should.

She sinks down, straddles his lap. Grinds her still sensitive sex against his softening cock. He groans, hands coming up to grip her hips.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun breaking you,” she purrs, laving the shell of his ear. “You’ll be begging me for mercy before I’m through.”

And she seals the promise with a searing kiss, plundering his mouth. He responds eagerly and she hums into it.

Yes, this one would do nicely indeed.