**”Owned by Hazal”**

I had been obsessed with Hazal Subaşı for months—her sharp tongue, her confident stride, the way she looked at me like I was beneath her. She was my neighbor, and every time our paths crossed in the hallway, she’d smirk, her dark eyes flickering like she knew exactly what I wanted. And I did want it. Badly.

Then, one night, she texted me. *”Come over. Now.”*

My heart hammered as I stood outside her door, shifting nervously until it swung open. Hazal leaned against the frame, wearing nothing but a tight black corset and thigh-high stockings, her dark curls spilling over her shoulders.

“Took you long enough,” she purred, grabbing my wrist and yanking me inside.

The door locked behind me, and before I could speak, she shoved me to my knees. “You’re not here to talk,” she said, pressing a stiletto against my chest. “You’re here to obey.”

I swallowed hard, my cock already straining against my jeans. Hazal smirked, trailing her foot down my body until the pointed toe rested on my bulge. “Pathetic. You’re fucking hard just from this?”

I gasped as she ground her heel into me, the pressure making me whimper. “Yes, Mistress,” I choked out.

She laughed, low and cruel. “Good boy. Strip.”

I scrambled to obey, tearing off my clothes while she watched, arms crossed. When I was naked, she circled me, her fingers trailing over my trembling skin. “Look at you,” she murmured. “So eager to be used.”

Then she grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “Lick.”

Her other hand was at my mouth, pressing two fingers against my lips. I opened obediently, swirling my tongue around them, tasting her skin. She groaned, watching me with half-lidded eyes. “Such a good little slut.”

Then she stepped back, unclipping the corset. Her tits spilled free, her nipples already hard. “Undo my stockings,” she ordered. “With your teeth.”

I crawled forward, my mouth watering as I gripped the lace trim between my teeth, dragging it down her thigh inch by inch. The scent of her arousal hit me, and I groaned.

Hazal tangled her fingers in my hair again, shoving me between her legs. “Eat me out. Now.”

I dove in, my tongue flattening against her pussy, lapping up her wetness. She was already so slick, her clit swollen and throbbing against my lips. I sucked it gently, and she gasped, her thighs clamping around my head.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” she moaned, grinding against my face.

I obeyed, burying myself deeper, my nose pressed against her as I fucked her with my tongue. Her moans got louder, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. “Don’t you dare stop,” she panted.

I could feel her getting closer, her hips jerking, her thighs shaking. Then, with a sharp cry, she came, soaking my chin.

Panting, she pushed me away, her cheeks flushed. “Not bad,” she said, smirking. “But we’re not done.”

Before I could react, she shoved me onto my back and straddled my hips. Her pussy hovered over my cock, teasing the tip with her wet heat. “Beg,” she ordered.

“Mistress, please,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

She smirked. “Who owns this cock?”

“You do, Mistress.”

“Damn right.”

Then she sank down onto me in one smooth motion, her tight cunt squeezing me mercilessly. I cried out, my hands flying to her hips, but she smacked them away. “No touching. You don’t get to control this.”

She started riding me hard, her nails digging into my chest as she fucked herself on my cock. “You feel that?” she hissed. “This is all you’re good for—being my toy.”

I could only nod, gasping as her walls clenched around me. The slap of skin, her moans, the way she ground down on me—it was overwhelming.

Then she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “Cum inside me,” she whispered. “I want you to ruin yourself thinking about who owns you.”

That was all it took. With a broken groan, I came, pulsing deep inside her as she rode me through it, her pussy milking every last drop.

Exhausted, I collapsed as she climbed off, wiping her thighs with a smirk. “Good boy,” she purred. “Now clean me up.”

And I obeyed.