Hentaing forwards

Leo's whole body was as tense as the tight squeezing hand around his cock and balls, unable to reason or think of a way out of this predicament with the mind numbing pain washing over him in waves that eminated from his crotch and loins.

"Nnh!" Leo grunt out and then sucked in a long hard draw of air against the forearm that now ground into his cheek and the corner of his lips and nose... the scent of her fragrant body overpowering his senses, or at least his sense of smell.

Thankfully the squeeze on his jewels lessened and instead Rose started to gently stroke his hurt but hardened member up and down the entire length of him. It wasn't much but after the viscious claw she had on him, it was heaven.. Groaning his body became less tense, panting ruggedly from the relief of the loosened squeeze as he stayed in her hold, hand loosening a bit from around the back of her hand

Leo was a proud man, a wily man, a skilled man, a strong man, but not a stupid man. Rose had him trapped, secure, and on the floor, and while it took some doing to get past that pride of his, she’d gotten him exactly where she wanted.

In the end, Rose won. Rose always won.

His hand weakened, letting her do her business, and she stayed true to her word. No more squeezing, no more crushing - well, she dig give his balls the occasional jolt, but nothing too serious, only playful. She simply stroked for the most part, working up a solid rhythm, pushing him further to the edge while the audience looked on in envious disbelief.

But she never moved too fast, never went too hard, taking care too keep him from going over the edge early. She intended to milk this moment for all it was worth, both figuratively and literally.

”You’re enjoying this, Leo.” She said it simple and plain. It wasn’t a question, nor a suggestion, but a statement of irrefutable fact. ”Tell me how much.”

Leo panted out hot air straight into the inner side of Rose's bicep, making her skin moist with the air and some of his own saliva as she worked his shaft up and down methodically.. enough to get to him but not enough to push him over any edges. The fact that the top half of her body was practically naked starting to play on his mind as she wrenched his head back and forced his back to curve around the front of her body.

"nn.." He grunted as she taunted him with the question

"I ain't really one for small tal-NNMMMH!!" Leo said, his sarcastic comment suddenly cut off as Rose gave his member a particularly good stroke of the shaft, forcing a hard throb from his member and a deep moan from his throat.. probably answering her just the way she wanted

It had been a good while since Rose practiced this sort of gratification with anyone, and she was glad to see that she hadn’t lost her touch for tease and denial. These days she preferred the stick over the carrot, loved to dole out harsh punishment to her unruly slaves. Fun and effective, yes, but it was easy to forget how effective a single soft hand could be when properly applied.

”That’s too bad. I love small talk.” She gave his cheek a quick slap with her tongue. ”It’s a great way to get to know someone, and I’d love to get to know you, Leo. In so many different ways.”

Without warning, Rose began to speed her hand up, working him faster and harder and longer with each strong, deftly manipulating his hardness. He was close to the edge now, so close, and it was only a matter of time before she had him over and reached the climax he was surely craving…

...which made it all the crueler when she abruptly stopped, leaving him cold. She rested her hand on his stomach and hummed, content to let him squirm, while she gave him a simple option to get the release he needed, one way for her to finish.

”Beg.”

The Mystery Mistress continued to work her hand up and down his member, giving Leo a little love tap with the tip of her tongue against his cheek and leaving a wet spot while she coed in silky words in his ear and persisted with the pleasure. Leo's hand fell completely away from the back of Rose's hand, allowing her to have her way with him completely unimpeded. His member radiating heat into the palm of her hand as her stroking up and down drew a long hard throb from within its core.

She increased the pace, moving her hand up and down the length of his shaft faster and faster until she was working around his girth at a fever pitch. But then just as it seemed sure he'd cum for her then and there she came to a sudden hault. His cock held in her hand, throbbed frantically in warning as the Spaniards heart thumped loudly in his head. Barely able to make any verbal reply apart from his pants and rugged groans, Leo's body leaning back heavily against his sexual tormentor, eyes blinking blurrily and barely able to tell what was happening for the moment.

Oh, dear.

Rose let out a long, disappointed sigh as Leo failed to give the response she’d been pining for. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she would be lying if she said some of the fault didn't lie with her. She’d gone too fast with him, played too hard, and she’d wound up damaging her new toy. Not broken, not all the way, not yet, but it seemed like he was all tuckered out for now.

A shame, but one that she could live with. There would be other opportunities, other chances, other dates like this - she was far from finished with the man. And speaking of being finished, she would be remiss if she didn’t see what she’d started to the end.

Release was what Leo wanted, release was what he would get.

Faster, faster, faster. Rose went from a dead stop to a feverish pace, hurriedly pushing Leo down the road to a furious climax. She gripped him tight, loving the feel of her new toy between her fingers, and each sound he made only spurred her on. She could feel him getting hotter, feel his heart race, and she knew he wouldn’t be long now...

The expression on Leo's face was that of someone that was in kind of a daze as Rose handled his cock, starting to pant a little deeper so that his chest expanded and contracted deeply with each breath while the domantrix's hand stroked keenly up and down the entire length of his shaft.

"anh.." Leo groaned out as she started to up the tempo, his cock immediately throbbing hard in her hands as his body twitched. His arm instinctively moved over across hers, his hand instinctively moving to the back of hers although it did so little that wasn't even certain if he was trying to stop her or trying help her along her way as she pumped at his cock. He shudder against her bicept, his head swimming as he had been locked into this rear naked choke hold of hers for far too long while she was stimilating him...

His cock throbbed again in warning of what was cumming and then a few seconds later the Spaniard let out a cry

"AHHHHH!!" as his cock a third and final hard throb before starting pulsing with ecstacy, his cum squirting out as she stroked her off

Working Leo over was, as Rose expected, sheer bliss. She savored every moment, like watching a movie that was was so good that it didn’t matter if she knew the ending or not. Leo’s thick Italian contralto set the perfect tune, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it all the way, not wanting to let any of her other sensations dull the experience.

Every twitch.

Every shudder.

Every moan.

She took it all in and bathed in the experience, grinding against him from the back while she worked him away from the front. Leo was close to the edge now, Rose could sense it, just a little more, almost there...and…

Done.

She sighed along with him as his body, opening her eyes to see his seed spilling over her gloves, dripping off every finger. Some applauded, some booed, some just looked on in awe, but Rose paid the audience little mind. Her thoughts were solely on what would come next.

After giving him a moment to bask, Rose untangled from Leo and stood up, grabbing his hair with one hand and licking the fingers of the other one, getting them nice and clean. With a tight grip, she began to march towards the corner, hauling him along with him whether he was willing or not.

Leo breathed heavily, his head (still trrapped in Rose's arm) nodding forwards slightly with each pant. The black leather glove was coated with Leo white seed, adding to the shine effect on  the material and as the dominatrix continued to savour the moment and stroke him gently, more of his cum gently leaked out over the back of Rose's fingers.

After a few more moments she released him and climbed to her feet, a sheen of perspiration on his skin as she grabbed ahold of his shaggy long hair.

"ow.." Leo moaned, still needing some more time to recover his senses after that. She liftted him into a sitting position first, his hand tenderly placing itself on the front of her thigh as she dragged him the rest of the way to his feet. Resting his cheek against the side of her bare torso and one arm dangling just above her butt, Leo was pulled over towards the corner, still reeling in the glow of his orgasm enough that it seemed he was willing enough to go exactly where she wanted to take him

Rose brought them over to the corner, pulling Leo about like a dog on a leash, confidence oozing from every step. In a way, this was old hat for her - she’d lost count of the men and women she’d broken in similar fashion, bent them to her will through sheer force. She couldn’t recall the last time it had been such an exhilarating experience, however, and she found herself wishing she could take more of her time with it. The longer this went on, the more likely security would come and ruin their fun.

Ah, well. All the more reason to strive towards making Leo hers. It was good to have a solid goal.

That was in the forefront of her mind as she pushed Leo into the corner and left him their to dry, dangling his arms over the ropes to keep him support. Like this, she was able to see his full body, adore every muscle, see his most interesting part on display, and drink in the sobering weakness in his eyes.

Rose kissed him. She had to.

It wasn’t a simple peck on the lips, either. It was a forceful, rowdy kiss, slamming their lips and hips together, letting her chest mushroom against his. It was passionate and loving, but controlling,too, as her tongue forced its way into Leo’s mouth and claiming the territory for its own.

She pulled away after a moment, leaving Leo with red-stained lips and her taste to go along with them. Her smile was sweet, the same a mother would have for her loving child. ”Ready, Leo?”