His knees on the floor, his wallet in my hand

The room was bathed in discreet red light. Just enough to clearly see his large, wet eyes, filled with a submission that excited me more than any touch.
He was kneeling on the cold wooden floor, completely naked. His knees wide apart, his palms resting on his thighs, his head slightly bowed. His penis was hard, heavy, visibly pulsing in the air, but he didn’t dare move. He knew the rules.
I was sitting comfortably on the black velvet armchair, my legs crossed, wearing only a black lace bodysuit and high heels. In my hand I held his wallet – an expensive wallet, made of Italian leather, filled with cards and banknotes.
I slowly took out a 200 lei bill and gently waved it between my fingers.
“Look at me,” I said in a soft, almost whispered voice.
He looked up. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing ragged.
“Tell me again how much you are worth to me tonight.”
His voice came out hoarse, trembling slightly:
“As much as you wish, Mistress…”
I smiled slowly and put the bill back in, then pulled out the entire stack of money. I counted them quietly, one by one, under his hungry gaze. Each bill that touched my fingers was a clear confirmation of the power I had over him.
“Today you will pay dearly for the privilege of serving me,” I murmured, placing my empty wallet on the side table. I still held the money in my hand, like a trophy.
I stood up and approached him. My heels clattered dryly on the floor. I stopped right in front of his face, so close that he could smell my intimate scent.
“Kiss my feet. Show me how grateful you are that I allow you to give me your money.”
He immediately leaned over. His warm, submissive lips began to slowly kiss the toes of my shoes, then my ankles, moving devotedly up my thighs. His tongue left wet trails on my skin. He was trembling with excitement.
I grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled his head back, forcing him to look at me.
“How much did you withdraw from my account today?”
“Everything you asked for…” he replied, his eyes shining.
“Bravo, good boy.”
I sat back in the armchair and gently spread my legs. I motioned for him to come closer, staying on my knees.
“Come closer. But you’re not allowed to touch. Just smell and dream.”
He moved closer until his face was only inches from my sex. His hot breath was touching me through the lace. I could hear him moan softly, frustrated, desperate to taste, but knowing he wasn’t allowed to.
While he stood there, humiliated and achingly aroused, I continued to play with his money. I took a bill and stroked it gently over my nipples, then slowly lowered it to my triangle, passing it in front of his eyes.
“See? Your money has the honor of touching me before you.”
A deep moan escaped his throat. His cock was twitching violently, a thin thread of pre-cum running down his thigh.
I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, my voice sweet and cruel at the same time:
"Tonight I'm going to empty your wallet... and your eggs. But not before you cry beautifully for me and thank me for every lei I take from you."
He closed his eyes, trembling all over, his knees pressed to the floor and desire burning in every inch of his skin.
And me? I was smiling.
Because nothing is sweeter than a strong man, reduced to his knees, with his empty wallet in my hand and his soul completely mine.