Stevie lay sprawled across her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, clinging to her like a second skin. The night was oppressive in its silence, the kind that amplified every restless thrum in her body. Her hand drifted absently over her stomach, grazing her hips, her thighs, teasing herself without relief. The hunger burning in her belly wasn’t for affection—it was for control, submission, the surrender of someone beneath her hands.
Her breaths came shallow, her chest rising and falling as her fingers traced slow, tantalizing patterns on her skin. But it wasn’t enough—fuck, it wasn’t even close. She needed someone to command, someone who would shatter under her dominance. She could already imagine it: their trembling body beneath hers, their eyes wide with need, their voice raw from begging for mercy.
A frustrated growl escaped her lips as she sat up, her hair falling in wild waves over her bare shoulders. Her thighs clenched together, but the ache between them was insistent, unrelenting. Enough was enough. She wasn’t about to waste another second in restless frustration.
She stood abruptly, grabbing a thin dress from the chair. It slid over her naked body like a whisper, clinging to her curves and revealing everything she didn’t bother to hide. She didn’t care—this wasn’t about appearances. It was about finding someone who would submit to her completely.
The night air hit her skin as she stepped outside, sharp and electric. Stevie wasn’t just walking; she was prowling. Her hips swayed with deliberate precision, her every movement radiating confidence, command, and raw sexual hunger. She owned the space around her, and everyone who saw her felt it.
She spotted him before he saw her—a man leaning against the wall at the edge of an alley. His shoulders were broad, his frame solid, and his stance oozed cocky arrogance. Perfect. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she closed the distance, her steps slow and deliberate.
His eyes flicked up when he noticed her, curiosity flickering across his face. “You lost, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone dripping with casual bravado.
Stevie didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed the front of his shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric as she shoved him against the wall. Her body pressed into his, her heat unmistakable. “Not lost,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “Looking for something worth my time. Lucky for you, you’ve got five minutes to prove you’re it.”
The challenge in her eyes left him stunned, his breath catching as her lips brushed his ear. “You’re mine tonight,” she whispered, her voice dripping with intent. “No limits. No hesitation. Just obedience. Got it?”
He nodded, barely able to form a coherent response, and Stevie smirked. She grabbed his hand, dragging him through the streets with a grip that promised she wasn’t about to let him go. By the time they reached her apartment, the electricity between them was palpable. She shoved the door open and pushed him onto the couch, her body following him down.
Her thighs locked around his hips as she straddled him, her heat pressing against the bulge in his jeans. Her nails scraped down his chest as she leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. “This is how it’s going to work,” she said, her voice sharp, commanding. “You don’t move unless I tell you to. You don’t speak unless I give you permission. Tonight, you exist for one reason: to give me what I want.”
His hands hovered uncertainly at her sides, but she slapped them away. “Did I say you could touch me?” she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You touch me when I allow it—and only how I allow it.”
She leaned back, her hands moving to his shirt. Buttons popped and scattered as she tore it open, exposing his chest. Her nails raked over his skin, leaving angry red trails that made him flinch. She leaned in, her tongue flicking over the curve of his collarbone, tasting him before sinking her teeth into his flesh just hard enough to draw a gasp.
“Fuck, you taste good,” she muttered, her voice low and teasing. Her hands moved lower, undoing his belt with a swift, practiced motion. She freed him from his jeans, her eyes lingering on him with a predatory gleam. “Oh, you’re perfect,” she purred, her hand wrapping around him in a firm, unrelenting grip.
Without hesitation, she guided him to her slick heat, her breath catching as she slid down, taking him inch by inch. Her nails dug into his chest as her body adjusted to the fullness, a low moan escaping her lips. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight,” she growled, her hips beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles.
Her wetness coated him as she rode him, her movements calculated to drive him to the edge without giving him release. Her nails scraped down his sides, leaving marks that would remind him of her dominance for days. “You feel that?” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “That’s what you’re doing to me. And you’re not stopping until I say you can.”
Her pace quickened, her hips slamming down against him as her moans filled the room. Her body trembled as she chased her release, her head falling back as her cries grew louder. But even when she came, shuddering violently around him, she didn’t stop. She leaned forward, her nails digging into his shoulders as she commanded, “Again. I’m not done with you yet.”
Her relentless pace left them both drenched and trembling by the time she was satisfied. As she collapsed against him, her breath hot against his neck, Stevie smirked.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. “Now get ready—this was just the beginning.”
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