Devon’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the sudden quiet of the hotel room. The door clicked shut, sealing them in a world of plush carpets, king-sized beds, and unbearable tension. Tonya leaned back against the door, her tall frame silhouetted by the faint city lights filtering through the blinds. A slow, predatory smile spread across her full lips.

“Well,” Tonya’s voice was a low purr, slicing through the silence. “Here we are.”

Devon could only manage a nod, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of her shirt. She felt Tonya’s gaze rake over her, taking in every curve, every faint freckle dusted across her skin. It was a look that promised ownership, and a shiver of pure anticipation coiled low in Devon’s belly.

Tonya pushed off the door, closing the distance between them with deliberate, unhurried steps. She didn’t touch Devon, not yet. Instead, she circled her, a blonde lioness admiring her prey. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” Tonya murmured, her breath warm against Devon’s ear. “The way you bite your lip when you laugh. Those playful little challenges in your eyes. I knew I’d have you trembling before the night was over.”

Devon’s breath hitched. The words weren’t a question; they were a statement of fact. A truth that made her knees feel weak. She loved it, the way Tonya simply took control, dispelling all her doubts with sheer confidence.

“Let’s get a better look at you,” Tonya commanded, her voice dropping to a husky tone that brooked no argument. Her hands, finally, found Devon’s hips, spinning her gently to face the large, ornate mirror on the wall. Tonya stood behind her, a tall, powerful presence framing Devon’s shorter, curvier form. She met Devon’s wide eyes in the reflection.

“See what I see?” Tonya’s hands slid up Devon’s sides, over the soft curve of her waist, and came to rest on her shoulders. Her thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of Devon’s neck. “So beautiful. All for me.” She leaned in, her blond hair mingling with Devon’s brown locks. “Now, take off your shirt. Slowly.”

The command sent another jolt through Devon. Her hands trembled as she obeyed, lifting the fabric over her head and letting it fall to the floor. The cool air prickled against her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Tonya’s gaze devouring her in the mirror.

“Good girl,” Tonya praised, the words sparking a deep, submissive thrill in Devon’s core. Tonya’s hands moved again, one sliding down to palm Devon’s breast through her bra, while the other hand drifted lower, fingertips tracing the waistband of her jeans. “Now the rest. I want to see all of you.”

Once bare, Devon stood perfectly still, mesmerized by the hungry look in Tonya’s reflected eyes. Tonya’s hands were everywhere at once, learning her body with an artist’s touch. They skimmed over the smooth plane of her shaved mound, cupped the full swell of her ass, and traced the delicate lines of her ribs.

“You’re perfect,” Tonya breathed, her voice thick with desire. She spun Devon around to face her, finally crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and raw need. Tonya’s dominance was overwhelming, intoxicating. She walked Devon backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she tumbled down onto the crisp duvet.

Tonya didn’t join her immediately. Instead, she stood at the foot of the bed, unbuckling her own belt with a deliberate slowness that made Devon ache. “You’re going to come for me, Devon. Again and again. And you’re going to watch me while you do it.” She gestured to the mirror opposite the bed. “I want you to see how good you look taking what I give you.”

From a bag on the floor, Tonya produced a sleek, black harness and a substantial silicone strap-on. Devon’s eyes widened, her mouth going dry. This was really happening. Tonya fitted the harness with practiced ease, the intimidating silhouette of the toy a blatant promise of what was to come.

Tonya climbed onto the bed, crawling over Devon with a possessive gleam in her eye. She kissed her way up Devon’s thigh, her tongue dipping into the dimple near her hip bone before finally finding her wet, aching center. Devon cried out, her back arching off the bed as Tonya’s mouth worked its magic. The sensation was electric, relentless. Tonya’s tongue was a master, licking and sucking until Devon was a writhing, pleading mess beneath her.

“Please, Tonya,” she begged, the words tearing from her throat.

“Please, what?” Tonya lifted her head, her chin glistening.

“I need you… inside me.”

A victorious smile. “Since you asked so nicely.” Tonya positioned herself between Devon’s legs, the head of the strap-on pressing against her entrance. She held Devon’s gaze in the mirror. “Watch.”

With one powerful, smooth thrust, she filled her completely. Devon’s eyes rolled back for a second before she forced them open, fixated on their reflection. The sight was the most erotic thing she had ever seen: her own body, flushed and desperate, being claimed by the powerful, beautiful woman behind her. Tonya set a punishing rhythm, each thrust punctuated with a growled word of filthy praise. “Look at you… taking me so well… my good, playful girl.”

The dual sensations—the fullness inside her and the visual feast in the mirror—drove Devon dangerously close to the edge. Tonya reached around, her fingers finding Devon’s clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. It was too much. Pleasure detonated through Devon’s body, a raw, screaming climax that tore through her. She came, her cries echoing in the room, her eyes locked on their tangled forms in the glass.

As the waves began to subside, Tonya leaned down, her lips against Devon’s ear. “That was just the beginning.”