Part 1
This is not how I became a Dominant, but I would not be so unhappy if this was my backstory. Please consider it an alternative origin. The time that a succubus awakened a satyromaniac, only to be dominated by his incredulous libido.
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She had the horns of a devil and the eyes of a serpent underneath rose-coloured skin. Her hair was as black as black could be, though the ambience of the club cast her hair in a deep purple light. She wore fishnets that reached just past her knees, finished by black leather bands that wrapped tightly around her thighs. She wore a stunning black outfit that barely covered her rear-end, like a bunny suit, with slumping shoulders of felt fabric and a zip travelling up the middle of her torso, which ended before it could cover her cleavage. She was a buxom woman, her breasts plump and firm. Around her neck was a thin black choker, and striped over her eyes were triangles of darker red to draw attention to the cat eyes of her fluttering and full lashes. In this club of pinks and purples and blues, he was the only one to pay her any attention. Her and that provocatively swaying tail.
It was a thin and long tail, so thin in fact that it seemed quite weak. He knew looks can be deceiving, and he was not going to fall for it, especially with the sharp triangular tip on the end of it. She was a stunning woman, her pointed ears making her stand out even more. Yet in this club, only his eyes found her, and her eyes found only him. She göztepe escort raised her drink to her lips, a cocktail glass filled with a clear liquid and rimmed by crystallised sugar. She winked, then sipped, and he felt compelled to approach.
He had never been the type of man confident enough to just walk up to a woman, introduce himself, and spend an evening sweeping her off her feet. His heart would always pound in his chest, thunder in his ears while his throat became dryer than the Sahara. His words would fall like putty from his tongue, if he could get any words out at all. Eye contact was especially hard, as that meant seeing the awkward expression of the woman’s face when he asked for her number. This woman with rose-red skin and a deadly tail, did not stop smiling at him, and for some reason he was as calm as could be.
He walked straight up to her with no clue of how he was doing this, and his words came out as clear as honey. Slow, measured, delicious to her ears.
“Good evening. My name is Dante Reign.” She continued to smile, raising her hand as if this was some kind of old fashioned soiree. He reached down to kiss her knuckles while lightly cradling her hand. The instant that his skin met hers, a tingling sensation filled his hand and travelled up his body. He shivered internally, though he did not allow himself to lose his composure, and suddenly he decided that he would have this woman. The confidence çorlu escort that flowed through his body was freeing, as if there was no worry in his mind.
They had not yet broken eye contact, and with every word she spoke he felt even more relaxed.
“It’s nice to meet you, Dante. Please, call me Syn.” Such an unusual name, and yet he did not mind it. It suited her, he thought. She was such a magnificent woman. He stared into her golden eyes, captivated with an unpanicked desperation to be alone with her. He wanted her, very much, but it was like he knew that he had all the time in the world. “Perhaps we could go somewhere more private?” she asked.
Part 2
He left the club with her clinging to his arm, as if she was keeping hold of her prey, rather than hiding from the chill of the night. They walked for a while and conversed, and they both seemed to say all of the right things. She was intelligent and had a deadly and seductive clip to her words. He on the other hand had a warm, deep voice, and his breathing was steady with a level of dominance that he had not experienced before. She had invited him back to her place under the guise of wanting a handsome knight to walk her home. He naturally accepted.
By the time they were standing at her doorstep, he was standing behind her with an arm around her stomach. It was the dead of night and he had no reason for his sunglasses, but his hat was tilted on his ümraniye escort head to obscure the tops of his eyes. He had become quite protective on the way over, determined to shield what would soon be his. They entered and she closed the door. Turned to him and pressed him against the wall.
She was staring at his chest, fingers caressing his dark-blue shirt, and he looked down at her pretty features. So entrancing. Her tongue slipped through her smile, tiny fangs visible when she looked up into his eyes. Her smile was cunning, deadly, and her fingertips walked up to his shoulders. He had an overbearing urge to pinch her chin, so that is what he did, and she smiled even brighter, almost as if she had won a small victory.
“You are quite the succubus.” She was a succubus, yes, but this fact did not seem to phase him at all. He just knew that he wanted her. He wanted to taste those grinning lips of hers, so he did. He craned his neck down and lifted her chin a little bit further. Her eyes closed with his and she leaned into his chest while he let his tongue wriggle into her mouth. Their lips clicked with each turn of their faces and she was loving it. His penis bounced in his trousers and she noticed.
She pulled away, taking a step back and holding his hand. “Do I look as good from behind,” she glanced over her shoulder at him and winked.
“You look good from all angles.”
“Then you’re really going to enjoy the view in a moment.”
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