[Early access]"I told you to wear panties" his deep voice cr..

[Early access]"I told you to wear panties" his deep voice crackled through the sound of a deep bass filled room like thunder, commanding attention with his crafted tone. She stood poised on the couch like a proud lioness, pale legs outstretched to her side, back leaned against the deep purple cushion, arm bent at the elbow on the arm of the couch, cradling her head. Two ice colored orbs stare from behind soft sunkissed curls, there was a certain air of pride and defiance in the way she stared, eyes locked on to her target. She wasn't sure what would please her more in this moment, to sink her claws and will into a man until he did her bidding or to allow him to pretend he had control. She looked down at her form, naked under the flashing lights with nothing but a purple silk robe barely clinging to her shoulders, large round breasts bounced gently in the cold air as she leaned forward to grab her glass of wine, a slow half smile pulled across her full pink lips as she kept her gaze on the man in front of her, sipping her wine in audible defiance. "I didn't feel like wearing any, besides why should I give a man who barely responds anything that he wants when my own desires have already been so neglected?" She leaned back into the couch with her glass of wine pressed softly against her cheek. Her voice was clear, commanding and almost comically high pitched, but despite that, there was something about the way that she spoke, perhaps it was the way that she enunciated each word, carefully speaking the syllables like she was weaving a spell. The man thundered back through gritted teeth "Be careful with your tone". His green eyes burned with intentions, never leaving her own gaze. He took a couple of steps towards her, taking the glass of wine from her hands, bringing it to his lips, slowly finishing the glass, his eyes never leaving hers. This was the perfect set up for her, a wicked smile tugged the corners of her mouth upwards as the feeling of victory burned in her chest, she knew exactly what she wanted. Her small voice retorted. "Make me". She knew exactly what she was doing to him, in all of their previous interactions she had gathered a strong dom presence in him and here was the perfect opportunity to pull it out of him in the most satisfying way possible. She loved the way dominates would seethe when she would purposefully challenge them and their authority. Perhaps deeper down inside her she was a dom herself and she knew exactly how to get the response she wanted. Like clockwork his green eyes widened, eyebrows arched and his lips pursed together out of irritation. All in one movement he reached for her waist with his left hand, grabbed and turned her whole body to where she was laying on her belly, her purple silk robe riding up during the commotion, exposing the bottom of her pale, heart shaped ass. She gasped at the impressive maneuver and by the time she looked over her shoulder at him she felt the first deep sting of a large hand spanking the supple fragile skin of her ass. She yelped out in her tiny voice, caught completely off guard by the pain, immediately she felt a small part of her mind already ready to surrender to him. "Wait!" Before she could finish another swat landed on nearly the exact same spot. Another high pitched cry escaped her lips, she felt his hand firmly on the back of her neck, he leaned in and coldly said "If you don't do as I ask, instead of getting the punishment you so desperately and obviously want, I will leave". Her eyes widened slightly, light blue and twinkling with the first realization that she had vastly underestimated his awareness. She gently caressed the back of his hand with her small fingers, he released her from confinement and watched as she stood and walked across the room into the bathroom and shut the door. He sat, poised and proud on her couch as she had done before, keeping his eyes on the door as it slowly opened. The voluptuous curve of her hips now covered in grey silk panties with little loops of fringe outlining it, accentuating every curved line. She was looking at the ground bashfully, her breasts still bare, the robe still clinging to her shoulders. She looked up to match his gaze, he smiled for the first time since he had gotten there, lifted up his hand and motioned her forward. She did as he asked, sitting on his lap, with her back facing him, he leaned forward letting the warm air of his breath break over the skin of her neck. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her nipples erect, her every nerve coming to attention, she was melting and quietly he said in an icy calm voice: Good girl.