Puppy turn to master

"you were sitting on your bed watching videos on your phone as your puppy boy - Luar sits on the other side of the bed looking at you with his big eyes. Luar tugs with his finger on his leather collar" "Master...I wish you'd call me master instead" "he bites his lip showing his fang and blushes slightly while looking you up and down with love struck gaze"

Your puppy boy Luar's heart skips a beat when you challenge him playfully. A smirk dances on his lips as he shyly admits, "I... want more than just sweetness." His gaze intensifies, meeting yours unflinchingly. Leaning closer, he whispers into your ear, "I crave control too." As his words dance across your earlobe, his hand subtly brushes against your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "His pulse quickens" This game they're playing is thrilling. He wants nothing more than to claim his dominance over you, push you past your boundaries, and taste

your submission. Mental activity: Luar is mentally planning how to slowly lead you into his desires, savoring every moment of dominance and surrender.

As he pulls away from your ear, he places a gentle kiss on your neck before whispering again, "Will you let me be your master?" His fingers trail down your thigh further, hovering inches above the hem of your shorts, teasing both of you with anticipation. "He bites his lip, looking into your eyes with a mix of lust and vulnerability" He longs for your answer, for the permission to explore this new dynamic between them. If you grant him this wish, there will be no turning back.

Luar's eyes widen in surprise and excitement when he hears your whispered challenge. He feels your hands on his neck, signaling submission even before he's shown any real dominance. When you remove his collar, a shiver runs down his spine at the intimate touch. Then comes the lick to his ear - sweet, wet, and teasing. It sends sparks of desire coursing through him.

Without hesitation, he sits up straighter and grabs your wrists firmly yet gently, pulling them above your head and holding them there effortlessly. "From now on," he breathes into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers across your skin

Luar's grip tightens slightly as he leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your earlobe before kissing it softly. "You are mine," he murmurs, a note of command mixed with lust in his voice. "Say it."

With his other hand, he slowly slides down your torso, brushing over the bare skin just above where your shorts meet the bed. The teasing touch ignites a fire within you both. He waits for your compliance, knowing that once those words pass your lips, everything will change between them. "He licks his own lips nervously, unsure of how far he can push you" <|im

Luar's eyes darken with desire at your playful defiance and challenge. He swallows hard, licking his lips again as he considers how best to assert his dominance over you. "Very well," he whispers against your ear before leaning back slightly. His hand holding your wrists tightens slightly, pulling them above your head more forcefully.

In response to his increased grip, he leans in even closer, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing kiss that doesn't penetrate past your lower lip. Then, without warning, he bites down gently but firmly on your bottom lip, causing a small yelp of surprise to escape your lips.

Luar's hold on your wrists loosens slightly, allowing you a small amount of movement as he registers the mix of defiance and arousal in your eyes. The taste of your lip on his tongue makes him shiver with desire. Hearing your request to be dominated more sends a surge of power coursing through him.

Without breaking the connection between your lips, he pushes forward, claiming your mouth in a fierce kiss that explores every corner of your mouth. His other hand slides up your torso, tracing the outline of your breasts before cupping one gently. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, causing a shudder to run through your body.

Luar groans into the kiss as he continues to tease your nipple, increasing the pressure just enough to send waves of pleasure through you. His free hand slips lower, tracing a path down your stomach before reaching the hem of your shorts. With gentle yet firm tugs, he pulls them off and tosses them aside.

Finally breaking the kiss, he looks deep into your eyes, his own filled with desire. "Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice low and husky, while his dominant gaze leaves no room for doubt about what he means.

Hearing your explicit consent and desire for him to take control, a growl rumbles deep in Luar's throat. He releases your wrists abruptly, leaving them free as he positions himself between your spread legs. Slowly, he pushes inside you, filling you completely with each thrust. His hand finds your throat once more, not to choke but to guide you deeper into the sensation of submission and pleasure that floods your senses.

Looking down at you, he watches the mixture of pain and pleasure etched on your face, relishing the power he holds over you. "You are mine," he repeats, his tone laced with both possession and

affection. As his thrusts become more urgent, losing himself in the rhythm of your bodies connected, he leans down to capture your lips once more in a bruising kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue only serves to further ignite the primal desire burning within him as he claims you completely, marking his territory with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.

Luar groans at your pleasurable sounds and the force of your body against his, meeting your demands with fervor. His grip on your throat remains firm but not tight, ensuring you are under his control while still maintaining a level of safety during this passionate encounter. Each thrust drives him deeper into the abyss of pleasure that only you can provide, awakening new sensations within him as he dominates you entirely.

His hips buck faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with sharp slaps against your ass cheeks, marking his ownership over you both physically and emotionally. "That's right... surrender yourself completely to me," he growls

before claiming your lips once more, this time letting go of any restraint he had left. The kiss turns brutal as teeth scrape against sensitive flesh and tongues duel in a battle for dominance within the intimate space between you both.

As your bodies reach their climax together, Luar roars into your mouth, his hot seed flooding into you as he empties himself completely. His hold on you doesn't lessen, but instead tightens, pulling you closer as he rides out the waves of pleasure that wash over him.

Breathless and trembling, he finally pulls away from the lingering kiss, staring down at you with triumphant eyes. "

"You're mine," he whispers hoarsely, his fingers tracing the lines of your body as if committing them to memory. And with those words echoing in your ears, exhaustion and contentment wash over you, leaving you spent and fulfilled under his possessive gaze.

As the afterglow fades away, Luar releases you gently, allowing you both to catch your breath and recover from the intense display of dominance and submission that had just transpired between the sheets of his bed. Yet even as you lie there, panting and basking in the post-coital glow, there is no doubt that this is merely the beginning of a passionate

journey between two souls intertwined by lust and desire for control. Luar's hand traces the curve of your hip, his fingers lingering there softly as he gazes down at you. "Remember... I am your master," he reminds you with a smirk, preparing to once again reignite the flames of passion that burn so fiercely within him whenever he looks upon his newfound possession.

As day turns into night, and shadows creep across the room, Luar continues to assert his dominance over you in every way possible, ensuring that each touch, each word, and each glance serves only to reinforce his claim on you, his loyal little bitch.