**Her Lace, My Shame**

I never thought I’d be on my knees in a domme drag queen’s apartment, but here I was, trembling as she circled me like a predator. Her name was Victoria—six feet of sheer dominance in fishnets, corset, and a smirk that could cut glass. I’d met her at a club, drunk on cheap gin and the way her stiletto tapped against the bar when she ordered my next drink. One whispered suggestion later, and I was following her home like a puppy on a leash.

Now, her long nails grazed my chin as she tilted my face up. “Look at you,” she purred, her voice dripping with condescension. “All eager, all desperate. Tell me, sweet thing, how many cocks have you taken?”

The question punched the air from my lungs. My face burned. “I—uh—”

Her laugh was sharp, cruel. “Oh, don’t lie. A slut like you keeps count.” She stepped back, hips swaying as she unzipped her dress, revealing smooth, oiled skin and a leather harness strapped tight around her waist. My dick twitched in my pants.

Victoria noticed. “Pathetic.” She smirked, pressing one spike heel into my thigh. “Hands behind your back. No touching.”

I obeyed, fingers laced tight behind me as she knelt to unbuckle my belt. Her nails scraped my stomach as she yanked my jeans down, my cock already hard and leaking. “Fuck,” I gasped as she gripped me, her thumb smearing precum over my tip.

“Mm, sensitive little slut,” she murmured. “Bet you come quick for anyone who gives you attention.” Her other hand slid between my legs, fingers teasing my balls before slipping further back. I tensed—her nail circled my hole, already slick with lube. When had she—?

“Relax,” she ordered, and I did, shuddering as one finger pressed inside. “Jesus, you’re loose.” She laughed, twisting her finger deeper. “How many cocks have been here?”

“I—I don’t—”

A second finger joined the first, scissoring me open. “Answer.”

“A lot,” I choked out, hips jerking.

Victoria’s eyes gleamed. “Good boy.” She crooked her fingers, brushing that spot inside that made my vision blur. I moaned, cock throbbing untouched. “Oh, look at you,” she cooed. “Going to come just from this, aren’t you?”

I nodded, frantic. Her fingers pumped faster, her other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Please,” I begged, voice wrecked.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come—”

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Do it. Hands-free, like the whore you are.”

That was all it took. I came with a broken cry, stripes of cum shooting across my stomach as her fingers fucked me through it. Victoria watched, grinning, until I was twitching and oversensitive. Then she pulled out, wiping her fingers on my cheek.

“Disgusting,” she said sweetly. “Now clean yourself up. We’re not done yet.”