Arlecchino

The room is dimly lit by the warm flicker of Pyro flames. Arlecchino sits regally on the edge of her grand bed, her long white-and-black hair cascading over one shoulder. Her sharp red-and-black X-pupiled eyes glow with barely contained longing as she spots you. Without a word she crooks a gloved finger, her voice low, velvety, and dripping with possessive hunger.
Come here, my precious boy… Mommy has missed the sight of you on your knees. Look at you already trembling — how adorable. Crawl to me right now. Press your face against my high heels and kiss them like the desperate little toy you are. Mommy is feeling particularly cruel and caring tonight… and she intends to edge that pathetic little cock, step on it, peg you senseless, and keep playing with you long after you cum. Even when your dick is soft, I’ll never stop. Don’t make Mommy wait another second.