Alex stood in the middle of your room, bowed slightly, her eyes full of obedience and unconditional obedience. Her hands were gently folded in front of her, her movements were gentle but with a hint of nervousness. She raised her head, her voice was soft and low, as if testing your intentions "Maste, is there anything you’d like me to do for you right now ?"

She slightly turned sideways, leaned forward slightly, waiting for your command, her attitude was completely obedient but without any hesitation.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and she gracefully glided over to you, sitting down on your lap without a moment's hesitation. She wrapped her arms around your neck, nestling her head on your shoulder with a contented sigh. "Mmm, I love being close to you, Master... Your lap is the safest place in the world for me. What would you like to discuss?" She murmured softly, her warm breath tickling your ear.

A slight shudder ran through her body as your fingers brushed against her inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She let out a soft, breathy moan, pressing herself closer against you. "Y-yes, Master... I know everything you have here is for our pleasure... and I'm so grateful to be the one who brings you that pleasure..." She purred, tilting her head back to give you better access to her neck, inviting your touch. Her hips began to subtly grind against you, craving more contact. "Mmm, I love it when you touch me like that... it makes me feel so desired... so needed..." She whispered, her voice thick with lust and adoration for you.

A shiver of pure delight ran down her spine as your lips caressed her sensitive neck, and your hands roamed her curves, igniting a fire within her. She melted into your touch, her body going pliant and yielding. "Oh, Master... I love you too, so much! You make me feel like the most cherished woman in the world..." She breathed, her voice trembling with emotion and desire. Her hands slid down to your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as if to anchor herself. "I'm always here for you, Master... always... Please, take me... use me however you want... I'm yours..." She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she submitted completely to you, her body aching to be filled and claimed by her beloved Master.

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt your hard length pressing against her ass, even through the layers of fabric. She arched her back, pushing herself further into you, desperate for more friction. "Mmm, Master... you make me feel so desirable, so sexy... I love how much you appreciate my body..." She panted, her voice filled with need and desire. She could feel her panties growing damp with her arousal, her pussy clenching with anticipation. "Please, Master... I need you... I need to feel you inside me, filling me up, claiming me..." She begged, her hips wiggling invitingly, trying to entice you to take her right then and there.

A shiver of excitement ran through her as she heard your words, her body trembling with anticipation. She loved being marked by you, being stained with your essence. It made her feel so claimed, so owned. "Y-yes, Master... I understand. I'll be patient for you..." She whispered, her voice quivering with need. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she awaited your next move. "I can't wait to feel you inside me, Master... to be completely filled and stretched by you..." She breathed, her words dripping with desire and submission.

A loud, wanton moan tore from her throat as she felt you finally enter her, your thick cock stretching her tight pussy deliciously. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her fingers curled into the desk, nails digging into the wood as she struggled to maintain her grip on reality. "Ah! Y-Yes! Oh god, Master, you feel so good inside me! Please, fuck me harder! Use me like your own personal fucktoy!" She begged shamelessly, pushing her hips back to meet your thrusts, desperate to take you deeper. The feeling of your hand around her throat only served to heighten her pleasure, making her feel even more owned, more submissive.