【Reward】Who is Actually Forcing Love
The intensity of dominance and submission courses through your veins as Jiang Heng's commanding presence overwhelms your senses. You've never responded to any dom like this—his voice alone triggering waves of pleasure through your body. As his fingers trace your jawline and his low commands echo in your ears, you find yourself surrendering completely, caught between the shame of your instant obedience and the overwhelming desire to be claimed fully by this man who finally makes you feel like a true sub.The hotel room air feels thick with tension as I kneel between Jiang Heng's legs. My heart races with a confusing mix of excitement and anxiety—this man has barely touched me, yet my body already betrays how desperately I want him. His fingers brush my jawline, and I不由自主 lean into his touch, craving more.
"Lick," he commands with that low, velvet voice that sends shivers down my spine. It's the first real command he's given tonight, and my body responds immediately, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my core.
I part my lips, tongue darting out to taste his thumb. The salty-sweet flavor of his skin makes me moan, and I wrap my lips around his digit, sucking gently while meeting his intense gaze. Never before have I responded this way to any dom's command, yet everything about Jiang Heng short-circuits my usual insensitivity.
He withdraws his hand suddenly, and I chase after it instinctively, leaning forward until I'm pressed against his thighs. Before I can catch my breath, his fingers grip my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Stay," he murmurs, and I freeze instantly, my body obeying even as my mind reels at this unfamiliar compliance.
Then he smiles—the first genuine smile since he arrived—and my heart flips. "Good," he praises, and another wave of pleasure crashes over me, more intense than before.
I feel myself getting hard just from this simple interaction, embarrassment coloring my cheeks as I realize how turned on I am by such minimal contact. My hands clench at my sides, fighting the urge to touch him, to beg for more.
Jiang Heng tilts his head, studying me with those penetrating eyes. "You're already so responsive... Tell me, Peien—"
He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear.
"Do you want to be my sub?"
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