This Pussy Has a Price – and He Knew the Cost

I know my worth—and every man learns fast: this pussy has a price.

I take their card and make them watch while I spend their money. If they can’t afford my pleasure, they don’t get it. Last week I met with a man who thought he could get me for some casual lingerie. If he wants to peel off my layers, he’s going to learn that this pussy has a price. I reminded him I was in charge by sitting on his lap and grinding on him in the middle of a boutique until he offered me his black card.

I bit it from his fingers and slowly stroked down his chest. This pussy has a price, but I’m willing to push his spending limit and watch him pant and tremble while surrendering total control. He gave me a limit and I wasn’t going to give him a single price of the lingerie I tried on, the dresses I showed off, or the bags I suggested.

Fucking me is worth the price tag on every piece of clothing and the entire store itself. He’ll learn that or he won’t get what he really wants – the thrill of not having an ounce of control.

This pussy has a price, and I reward men who test their limits.

I walked out wearing nothing but lace and pearls and watched his eyes bulge. He reached for the price tag but I ripped it off and handed it to the attendant. It was only a few hundred, not even a dent in what he could afford. I spelled it out against his lips in something that was almost a kiss, but still a denial. “This pussy has a price.”

He trembled and arched, trying to kiss me, but until he admitted he only wanted me—no matter the cost—he wasn’t going to get a thing. So I upped the fun. I glanced at the jewelry and made sure that the store was empty before piling my arms with bracelets, my rings with fingers, my neck with large necklaces, and walked out in that and red bottoms—nothing else. This pussy has a price – and I tease before I please.

His eyes bulged as he looked at me and his jaw dropped as I played with his black card between my breasts, slowly dragging it down my belly and using it to cover my slit. If he wanted me, he had to keep my interest. This pussy has a price, and only big spenders who know my worth get close.

I sat in his lap and arched back, making him trace the jewelry I wore, including the little and delicate hip chain decorated with gemstones. I whispered prices in his ear and asked if I was worth it as he got bolder and bolder with his touches. A man always in control craves release without making decisions. He craves the weightlessness of someone else making every choice. And that’s what I was going to give him… but he had to understand that this pussy has a price.

“Buy it all,” he finally rasped against my throat before kissing my neck and cupping my breast.

My lesson was clear. This pussy has a price. All it took was a little give, a little trust, and total submission to have me. Reaching back, I undid his pants and stroked his cock before standing up and facing him. This time, when I straddled him, I ground against his cock. He wasn’t allowed inside me… not yet. This pussy has a price, even if he submitted with words. I told him to hand the card over to get what he wanted. I saw him hesitate, but he took the card from me, looked at my pussy, then handed the card over without asking the price. He wanted to be a good boy because he understood: this pussy has a price.

Lifting myself up, I slowly slid down his cock. He moaned, looked around like we were going to get in trouble, but I turned his chin to face me. Now he was mine. He submitted to me—his money, his control, and his body. I wouldn’t settle for less. No, this pussy has a price. He trained his eyes on me and refused to look away as I rode him, faster and faster. I would break him, erode him down to a man who was eager to please in every way, who would surrender to me fully. The heat of his body and the chill of the jewelry was a perfect combination. I guided his head to my breasts.

This pussy has a price, and I reward men who pay it in full.

He groaned and asked me if he could cum like the good boy he wanted to be. I told him only when the payment went through. The attendant cleared her throat to report exactly that, and I dropped to my knees between his legs. I sunk between his knees, then sucked his cock. This pussy has a price, but I’d let him cum—as a reminder.

He got what he wanted when I did. Submission for orgasms. No freebies. This pussy has a price, and there’s plenty of pleasure for a good boy who pays it, fuck my pretty feet not my pussy.

Don’t you want to find out exactly how many rewards I have in store?

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