Reincarnated In A Women Dominated World

The silk wrapped snug around Julian's wrists, not tight enough to hurt, but secure enough that he couldn't slip free. The sensation of being bound only heightened his awareness—the subtle scent of jasmine in the room, the faint rustle of Isabella's robe, the brush of her fingers lingering on his skin.

She stood in front of him now, her eyes slowly raking over his restrained form. Not in a mocking way—more like a sculptor admiring the block of marble she was about to shape.

"You're tense," she said, her tone soft but edged with something darker. "That won't do."

With deliberate grace, she untied the sash of her robe. The silk slipped open, revealing smooth skin and the subtle curve of her body. Her full chest standing proud with their pink nipples and her round buttocks swaying elegantly with every move. She let the robe fall around her ankles without a sound, then stepped closer until her bare legs were almost brushing against his.

Julian swallowed. Even without touching her, the heat from her skin reached him.

Isabella leaned down, her fingers brushing the edge of his shirt. "Let's fix this, shall we?"

She undid the buttons one by one, her knuckles grazing his chest with each motion. The slow rhythm of it was maddening, teasing in a way that made Julian's breath catch, not from fear, but from anticipation.

When the shirt fell open, she ran her hands over his torso, nails dragging lightly along muscle.

"Hmm…" she murmured, almost to herself. "Even better up close."

Her lips followed next, pressing softly against his collarbone, then moving up the side of his neck. Each kiss was deliberate,sweet. She wasn't rushing. This wasn't about impulse.

It was about control.

She moved behind him briefly, undoing the last knots of his bindings, not to free him, but to allow her to tug his shirt off entirely. Then she stepped around again, her fingers dipping to his waist.

"Don't move," she reminded him, her voice like velvet as she undid his trousers.

Julian exhaled through his nose, heat building just beneath his skin. He didn't dare break the spell

She straightened once more, now standing fully bare before him. Her hair cascaded freely down her back, and in the candlelight, her violet eyes seemed to glow with hunger.

She climbed into his lap.

Her hands cradled his face as she kissed him, deep and slow, lips parting to taste him fully. One hand slid into his hair, pulling gently to tilt his head back, and her hips pressed forward with a slow, purposeful grind.

Julian's body responded instinctively.

She broke the kiss, breath warm against his mouth. "Now… let's see how well you serve when you're not allowed to touch."

Julian hissed, frustrated as he tried to kiss her again.

However, Isabella quickly got off his lap and smirked, teasing him. She lowered herself and pulled Julian's underwear off, revealing the massive and stiff rod hiding underneath.

Isabella gasped in schock, her mouth hung open and her eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced by excitement and amusement.

She was now sure that she had not made a mistake by taking the risk of approaching Julian.

She gulped and slowly leaned forward, anticipation flickering in her eyes as she reached out with both her hands. 

Julian's body slightly tensed up at the touch, his little brother as hard as a rock and tall as a mountain.

He watched with anticipation as Isabella gently caressed it with both her hands, playing with it as if playing with her favourite toy.

Then, she leaned forward, lick the tip and put it in her mouth, her left hand gently grabbing and rubbing his balls and her right hand stroking the stiff rod.

After sucking for a few seconds, Isabella let go of the cock and slightly leaned back, her hand still stroking it.

Julian let out a low growl when she didn't suck again for a few seconds, causing Isabella to softly chuckle.

After a bit more teasing, she leaned in again and licked the side of the cock, treating it as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

"Ahh~ I really chose the right man"

With a soft sigh, Isabella let her saliva drip down on the top of Julian's cock and stroke it a few more times. Then, she bent down again and sucked it, this time faster and rougher than before.

She felt Julian tense up as his cock twitched. Then, after a few more rough sucking, Julian came with a low moan and released all his white stuff deep in Isabella's mouth, which she swallowed with delight.

After Julian released, Isabella finally let go of the cock, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She quickly cupped her hands beneath her chin as some of the warm fluid began to drip down, catching it.

Julian watched her every move with lust filled eyes, frustrated at the fact that he was not allowed to move while there's a woman with an A-tier body fully naked right in front of him, tasting his own cum.

At this moment, Julian just wanted to break free from his restraint, grab Isabella and fuck her wild from behind without a care in the world, enjoying her body to the fullest.

However, he knew that he was not in control this time. He knew that he had to obey and stay still while Isabella enjoyed herself with his body if he wanted to take her by his side.

He let out a low and frustrated growl as Isabella smirked and slowly stood up, her eyes now filled with nothing but lust.

He knew that she was just like him—wanting nothing but to get fucked by his hard cock like a wild beast in mating season.

Julian his a slight smirk as Isabella once again climbed on his lap, her left hand cupping his cheeks and her right hand pressing down against his chest.

With a slow and impatient sigh, she lowered her right hand, slowly gliding down his torso and brushed past his cock and gently touched her pink pussy.

The corner of her lips curled up as she slowly spread her pussy with her middle and index finger.

"Look, Julian. See how wet you've made me without even moving and touching."

He quickly glanced down and, just as she had said, saw her wet pussy almost dripping rubbing against the side of his cock. The sight was so mesmerizing that Julian forgot to breathe for a moment.

Seeing lust flickering in his eyes, Isabella smirked, her left hand now pressed on his shoulder as she slowly pushed herself up, her pussy dripping as it hovered right above the tip of his cock.

She lingered for no more than two seconds, rubbing her spread pussy on the top of his cock, making Julian growl again. Then, she slowly lowered herself…