Sissy Boy’s Secret Desire || Part 2

Kneeling before her, heart racing, he could feel the cool leather of the leash tugging at his neck as she pulled him even closer. Her smirk widened. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, my little sissy?” Her voice was dark, teasing. His breath hitched, unable to answer, his body betraying him with desire.

“Crawl,” she commanded, and without hesitation, he obeyed, the heels clicking softly on the floor as he followed her to the bedroom. The door shut behind them with a loud click, locking away any chance of turning back.

She tossed him onto the bed, his delicate frame sinking into the soft sheets. Her hands were rough as she pinned his wrists above his head, the leather of her gloves brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "You thought dressing up made you ready for me? Oh, you have no idea what I have in store for you."

She ripped open his shirt, her eyes gleaming with hunger. The room filled with the sound of his breathless moans as her hands trailed lower, teasing, barely grazing his soft body. “Such a good little toy,” she purred. “Now, let’s see how much of a dirty slut you really are.”

Without warning, her lips found his neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks as her other hand gripped him, pulling him closer, forcing him to feel her dominance. He gasped, arching into her touch as she moved down his body, each touch a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Beg for it," she demanded. He hesitated for only a moment before the words slipped from his trembling lips, "Please…"

A twisted grin spread across her face. “You’ll do anything I want now, won’t you?” She pressed him harder into the bed, her every move calculated, pushing him deeper into his darkest, filthiest fantasies.