She stayed on top for a long time. She rubbed hot oil all over his cock with her hand. She stroked it slow. Up and down. She stopped every time he got close to cumming. She did this again and again. His body was covered in red marks from the belt. Wax bits. Oil. Pin holes. Sweat. His tail lashed wildly. His ears were flat against his head. His gold eyes looked up at her with total need.

Mahir begged. "My cock is going crazy. Please let it cum inside you."

She kept the silk strip on his cock. She made him feel more pain with the brush. She pressed the gemstone harder on his balls. The magic made everything stronger. She sat on his face. Her legs were on each side of his head. She lowered her pussy right on his mouth.

Mahir opened his mouth right away. His tongue went to work. He licked her slow and deep. He pushed his tongue inside her. He sucked on her clit. Elara rocked her hips. She was on top. She controlled how hard he licked. She used his face like her toy. Her hands held the headboard. She moved forward and back. While he licked her she reached behind and stroked his cock again. Slow. Teasing. Bringing him right to the edge then stopping.

He licked faster. His tongue moved in circles. His face got wet from her. He whispered between licks, "Your pussy tastes so good on my tongue. My cock aches while I lick."

She stayed on his face for a long time. She made him lick until her body shook with pleasure. When she came she pressed her pussy harder on his mouth. His face got even wetter. His eyes looked up at her with love.

She moved down his body. She sat on his belly again. She took his hard cock in her hand. She rubbed the head against her wet pussy. She was still on top. She lowered herself onto him. Slow. Inch by inch. She took him inside her pussy but only halfway. She stayed there. Not moving.

Mahir’s eyes rolled back. The feeling was so strong. He was inside her but he could not move. She was on top. She controlled everything. She rocked her hips a little. Very slow. She made him feel every bit of her wet heat. The silk strip kept him on the edge. It hurt so good. His body was full of pins and wax and oil and magic. Every nerve was on fire.

She rode him like this for what felt like hours. Up and down. Slow and steady. Sometimes she rocked forward. Sometimes she bounced small. Each change made new feelings. The gemstone kept glowing and sending magic waves. The pins kept stinging. The wax pulled at his skin when she moved. She pressed her hands on his chest right on the pins. The pain shot through him every time she pushed down. She looked into his eyes the whole time. Cold and calm.

His cock throbbed deep inside her. He whispered, "Your pussy squeezes my cock so tight. It feels like heaven and pain together."

She sped up just a little. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock. She made him feel every squeeze. His tail thrashed under her legs. His ears trembled. His gold eyes were full of tears and joy.

She kept riding. She changed the way she moved. She went faster then slower. She lifted almost all the way off then slid down again. Each time she brought him closer to the edge but never let him go over. The silk strip held tight. His cock was dark and swollen. Leaking inside her.

She felt another wave of pleasure. She rode through it. Her body shook a little on top of him. When it passed she slowed down again. She lifted off his cock completely. It popped out wet and throbbing. It looked ready to burst.

She sat on his face once more. Mahir licked eagerly. His tongue cleaned her. He tasted his cock and her pussy together. She stroked his cock with her hand while he licked. She went faster this time. She brought him right to the edge again. Then she stopped. She did this three more times. Each time he got closer. Each time she stopped. His body shook without control. His muscles were tight. His tail was stiff.

He begged between licks. "Please let my cock cum in your pussy. I can’t take it anymore."

She got off his face. She looked down at him. Her eyes were still cold. She was on top. She was the boss. She lay down on top of him. Her whole body pressed on his. Skin to skin. She kissed his neck with a hard bite.

She reached down and took the silk strip off his cock. She held his hard cock and put it inside her pussy again. She sat up straight. She rode him hard now. Fast. Up and down. Her hands on his shoulders. She looked him in the eyes.

Mahir’s body exploded. All the hours of pain and need came out at once. He came hard inside her. His hips pushed up. His tail whipped. He made a loud cry of relief and joy. His cock pulsed again and again. He filled her pussy completely.

She kept riding until he was empty. She stayed on top of him while he shook and breathed hard. She stroked his hair.

She lay down on his chest. Her head on his shoulder. She was still on top. Her weight kept him safe. The long lesson was over for tonight. But she knew there would be more tomorrow. She would keep him under her. She would make the pain bigger and the pleasure bigger. She would make him beg longer. She would ride his cock for hours without letting him cum at first. She would make his cock ache even more. She would keep him on the edge until he cried. She would stay on top. Always.

The night went on. The room was quiet. Mahir slept with a sore happy body. Elara stayed awake a little longer. She thought about the next day. She would tie him tighter. She would use hotter wax. She would press the gemstone longer. She would ride his cock for hours without letting him cum at first. She would make his cock ache even more. She would keep him on the edge until he cried. She would stay on top. Always.

She closed her eyes.

Elara wasn’t surprised at all by how Mahir turned out.

She didn’t feel shocked, or even happy in a normal way. After all, she was the one who had trained him from the beginning. She understood his mind better than he did. She already knew he would break and come to her today. It was simple—the more you ignore a dog, the more desperate it becomes for your attention.

Lying on the bed, Elara looked up at the stone ceiling. The iron chain on her wrist felt light now, almost like it wasn’t there. As she watched the shadows move above her, her lips lifted slightly.

To anyone else, it might look like a smile. Or maybe a smirk.

But even Elara didn’t know what it really was.

Maybe she had been a freak from the start. That was the only word that fit. Because if she wasn’t... then how could anyone explain the way she was?