The city sprawled beneath them, lights twinkling like stars against the night sky. On the rooftop, Jack shifted nervously, the anticipation a potent mix of excitement and apprehension. He had been waiting for this moment—a night under the open sky, where he would finally submit to Mistress Ava in a way he had only fantasized about.
“You're restless,” Ava observed, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. She stood confidently, her silhouette framed by the city lights, exuding a presence that commanded respect and desire.
“Just eager, Mistress,” Jack replied, trying to steady his racing heart. The metal cage he'd ordered had arrived earlier, but to his dismay, it lacked the essential ring, rendering it useless. His excitement had quickly turned to frustration, but Ava had a solution.
“Patience is a virtue, my dear,” she chided softly, producing a polished silver ring from her pocket—a replacement she had chosen meticulously from Lock the Cock's collection. Its gleaming surface reflected the ambient city lights, a subtle promise of the control it would impose.
“Let me,” she instructed, stepping closer. Her fingers were deft and sure as they worked, the cool metal of the ring slipping effortlessly into place, snug yet comfortable. Jack felt a rush of vulnerability as the weight of submission settled, the ring a testament to Ava's unwavering authority.
“How does it feel?” she inquired, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Secure, Mistress,” Jack replied, his voice breathless with a mixture of relief and arousal.
“Good.” Her smile was wicked, full of promise. “Tonight, you'll learn the true meaning of endurance.”
With that, she guided him to the ground, the concrete cool beneath him. Her hands roamed over his body, each touch both a caress and a command. Jack was acutely aware of the ring's presence, its unyielding embrace amplifying every sensation, turning even the gentlest touch into a potent jolt of pleasure and restraint.
Ava's dominance was a dance, each movement calculated, each whisper a spark that ignited his senses. She played him like an instrument, her mastery evident in the way his body responded, obedient and eager for more.
“Remember,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear, “your pleasure is mine to control.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, surrendering fully to the exquisite torment she orchestrated.
As the city thrummed with life around them, Jack knew he was exactly where he belonged—in the embrace of Ava's command, bound by the ring that marked his submission, and reveling in the pleasure through pain she so expertly delivered.
