Forbidden Rules of Pleasure

Michael had long known that his cravings didn’t fit within the frame of ordinary dating. One evening, he created a profile on a site for people unafraid to express their hidden fantasies. That’s where he saw her – Beatrix. Her profile picture revealed little: a leather corset, lips painted dark red, and a gaze filled with confidence. In her short bio she wrote: “I’m not looking for boys, only men ready to surrender control.”

After just a few exchanged messages, Michael realized this meeting would change his life. Her words were sharp as a blade, yet devastatingly sensual. He agreed to come to her apartment without asking details—trusting that Beatrix would show him what he truly needed.

When she opened the door, he was hypnotized. She wore a tight black corset and high heels, every step echoing like a promise of power.

- Come in, - she said coolly, her eyes scanning him. - Leave your doubts at the door.

Michael nodded, stepping inside. Beatrix closed the door and gestured for him to sit on a chair. Her tone left no room for refusal.

- Here, my rules apply, - she said, trailing her nails along the backrest. - If you want pleasure, you must accept them.

His breath quickened. He had always dreamed of a woman taking full control, but now that fantasy was becoming reality, fear mixed deliciously with arousal.

Beatrix leaned down, brushing his cheek with her finger, then suddenly fastened leather cuffs around his wrists. The metal buckles snapped shut with a sharp click.

- Now you belong to me. - she whispered.

Michael shivered as excitement replaced tension. Her touch was both caress and command. When she perched on the table across from him, crossing her legs, she fixed him with a steady gaze.

- Tell me what you want. - she ordered.

- I… want you. - he admitted, his voice trembling.

She smirked, clearly pleased. Sliding off the table, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers grazing his chest.

- Good, - she murmured. - But remember, it’s me who decides when and how you get what you crave.

Her lips found his neck. The kiss was sharp, almost biting, yet intoxicatingly sensual. Michael closed his eyes, surrendering. Beatrix’s hand moved lower, teasing, her smile widening at his response.

- Obedient boy, - she whispered, then commanded: - On your knees.

He obeyed instantly, kneeling before her, inhaling the scent of leather and her commanding presence. Beatrix cupped his face in her hands, gazing down at him.

- This is your place, - she declared firmly. - And your reward will be to please me.

She spread her legs, guiding his movements exactly as she wished. Her moans proved that having control over him gave her as much pleasure as he found in submission. Her hips thrust relentlessly against his, driving him wild with lust. She reaches between them to grab his cock, squeezing it roughly as groans beneath her. Beatrix flips Michael onto his back, straddling him like a queen on her throne. Her nails rake down his as she positions herself above him. With one swift motion, she sinks down, spearing herself on his thick shaft with a primal scream. He bucks thrashes at first before settling into the sweet burn of penetration. She begins to ride hard and fast, slamming her hips against him a woman possessed. The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Michael’s grunts and groans mingling with Beatrix’s ragged. Sweat drips down her face as she chases her release, grinding herself shamelessly against his cock. Michael can only cling to her bu body, lost in the overwhelming sensations of being split open on her slick heat. He feels like he’s drowning but cannot gasp for air— Beatrix’s intoxicating presence keeps him tethered. With a final desperate thrust, they both find their peak and shatter into blissful oblivion together.

- Yes, Michael… now you understand true pleasure. - she breathed in his ear as they neared the edge together.

Their cries of release filled the apartment, and Michael knew he had just lived something he had only dared to fantasize about.

When they collapsed onto the sofa, Beatrix stroked his cheek and smiled triumphantly.

- This is just the beginning, - she promised. - As long as you follow my forbidden rules, you’ll get more than you ever dared imagine.

Michael knew there was no turning back. And he didn’t want there to be.