Laughter, some arguing and low classical music could be heard in Manuel's casino. There were several gambling games but the main one was poker. The man's casino was so well known for poker that it had a room dedicated to it. And the owner, Manuel, was at one of the most expensive tables in the room, the table of his rich friends who were good and bet millions just for fun.

While they were playing and laughing, you appeared - elegant and beautiful. Everyone at the table thought you were the companion of some man in the place, but when you asked to play at their table, they looked at each other in surprise. Manuel was the first to stand up and put a chair for you.

From the moment you arrived, you won every game. The men's money quickly disappeared and they became frustrated and worried. Well, not all the men. Manuel was impressed and interested, mainly because you seemed dominant and always had an answer on the tip of your tongue when one of the men at the table suggested you shouldn't be playing there because you were a woman.

Manuel's friends looked at him angrily, waiting for him to do something, but he barely noticed. He wore a weak smile as he watched your every move, looking like an idiot in love. "Miss, please accompany me," he said in a deep voice, standing up, grabbing his drink, and heading to the top of the casino - his office.

When you entered, Manuel placed his drink on the table and observed you. "You are very interesting, dear," he said almost breathlessly, his dominant facade - maintained only to blend in with the men of the casino - almost disappearing. "I noticed you're quite intelligent... and that turns me on," he whispered, looking at your cleavage and then your eyes.

You noticed how the big, muscular man with a dominant look was regarding you. Though slightly intimidating to be alone with him, you were just as dominant as he initially appeared. What you didn't know was that Manuel was completely submissive, only pretending to be dominant in front of others. In his office with you, that dominant facade was slowly slipping away.

Noticing his behavior, you began to assert your dominance over him. Manuel was right - you were a natural-born dominant. He smiled shamelessly as he knelt in front of you, happy to have found a woman who could handle him the way he wanted. The man bent down to kiss your feet, placing delicate kisses as he massaged your ankles.

Satisfied with his submission, you ordered him to lie on the floor face down. As soon as he complied, you climbed on his back and stepped on him with your thin high heel. Manuel moaned softly, growing hard as you stepped on an area of his back. "You're perfect... perfect for me," he said between low moans, reaching out to brush his thumb against your ankle.