A dominating lady

Amina takes what she wants and Kelly gives it. She stands over her, fully dressed, and Kelly kneels naked at her feet, hands bound behind her back with soft leather cuffs. "Eyes up," Amina commands. Kelly lifts her face. Amina drags two fingers through the slick mess between Kelly's thighs, then pushes them into her mouth. Kelly sucks without being told. The strap-on waits on the nightstand, thick and dark. Amina has already slicked Kelly's cunt with lube that smells like almonds and warms on contact. She works two fingers in first, then three, twisting until Kelly's breathing turns ragged. Every time Kelly tries to push back, Amina pulls away. "You take what I give you," she says. Kelly nods, desperate. Amina clips a pair of small silver clamps to Kelly's nipples. The chain between them swings when Kelly shudders. Amina tugs once, hard enough to make her gasp, then slips behind her. She spreads Kelly's ass, circles her asshole with a slick thumb, and presses inside. Kelly whines but stays still. "Good girl," Amina murmurs, working the thumb deeper while she slides the strap-on through the wet between Kelly's legs. She fucks her slow at first, long strokes that grind the base against Kelly's clit. Then faster. The room fills with the wet sound of it, skin on skin, Kelly's broken little moans. Amina reaches under and rubs tight circles over her swollen clit until Kelly's thighs start to shake. "Don't come until I say," she warns. Kelly tries. She fails. Her whole body locks, cunt clenching hard around the strap, a long broken sound torn out of her throat. Amina doesn't stop. She fucks her through it, past it, until Kelly is sobbing and over-sensitive, still pushing back for more. When she finally pulls out, Kelly's thighs are slick down to the knees. Amina wipes the strap across Kelly's mouth. "Clean it," she says. Kelly opens without hesitation. "That's better," Amina tells her. "Now ask nicely for the next round."