Rina's smile was cruel as she leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. "Beg me," she commanded, her voice soft but firm. "Tell me who's in control."
Jack's pride crumbled as he succumbed to her power. "You are," he admitted, his voice broken. "You're in control. Please… let me come."
Rina's triumph was palpable as she took him into her mouth once more, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. "That's it," she whispered, her voice muffled against his skin. "Give it to me. Let me own you."
Jack's body shook, his hands gripping her shoulders as pleasure consumed him. "Rina… I'm…" His voice trailed off as he came, his release explosive, his cock pulsing in her mouth as she sucked him dry. Rina swallowed, her control absolute, her dominance complete.
As she pulled back, her lips wet and glistening, she smirked, her gaze holding his. "Now, who's in control?" she asked, her voice soft but commanding.
Jack's breath was ragged, his body limp as he stared at her, his expression a mix of awe and surrender. "You are," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "You've always been."
Rina's smile was triumphant as she stood, her robe slipping from her shoulders, her body naked and confident. "Good," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, it's my turn."
The air between them crackled with possibility as Rina stepped closer, her body pressing against his, her lips brushing his. "And I'm going to make you beg for it," she whispered, her voice a promise.
The night was far from over, and the game had only just begun.