Luke woke up to the faint morning light filtering through the bedroom curtains, his body still buzzing with the lingering sensations of the night before. His wrists were bound tightly, the silk scarves digging slightly into his skin, a reminder of Sez's playful torment. The taste of her filled his mouth, not just from the scarf gag, but from the memory of her sweet essence on his tongue.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw Sez standing by the bed, a vision of seductive elegance. She had transformed herself into a sexy secretary, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her face. Her deep plunging top accentuated her ample cleavage, and the thin tights clung to her toned legs, showcasing her slender yet curvaceous figure.

Sez smirked, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good morning, my pet," she purred, her voice laced with a hint of dominance. "Did you sleep well?"

Luke groaned, his cock already stirring at the sight of her. He tried to speak, but the scarf in his mouth muffled his words, leaving him at her mercy.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of that," she said, leaning over to remove the gag. As she did so, her top dipped lower, revealing the swell of her breasts. "But first, I think you need a little wake-up call."

With that, she straddled his waist, her thighs pressing against his sides, trapping him beneath her. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, and began to tease his hardening cock with gentle strokes. Her touch was light, almost teasing, as if she was toying with him, enjoying his helplessness.

Luke's breath quickened, his body arching involuntarily as she continued her sensual assault. Her fingers danced along his length, tracing the veins and the sensitive tip, but never providing the release he craved. She even playfully flicked the top of his dick with her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

"Please," he managed to croak, his voice hoarse from the gag.

"Please what, my dear?" Sez asked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Do you want me to suck you? To take you deep into my mouth?"

She lowered her head, her breath hot against his shaft, but instead of taking him into her mouth, she blew gently, sending a shudder of anticipation through him.

"I can see you're eager," she whispered, her lips brushing against his skin. "But I'm not done playing yet."

Slowly, she shifted her attention to his balls, cupping them gently in her hand. Her fingers massaged the sensitive sac, rolling and tugging gently, sending waves of pleasure through his body. She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin, and began to lick his balls, her tongue tracing slow circles around them.

Luke moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more contact. But Sez was in control, and she denied him the satisfaction of her mouth, instead continuing her slow, deliberate torment.

After what felt like an eternity, Sez finally straightened up, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at his obvious frustration. "Now, let's see what else I can do to entertain you," she said, her voice dripping with sensuality.

With deliberate slowness, she began to undress, her movements graceful and tantalizing. She unbuttoned her top, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. Her nipples, hard and erect, peeked through the sheer fabric, begging to be touched.

She slid the top off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then turned her back to him, revealing the provocative lingerie that hugged her curves. The black lace accentuated her slim waist and accentuated her long legs and tight, round ass.

"You like the view, don't you?" she teased, running her hands along her thighs, her fingers trailing up to the edge of her panties.

Luke could only nod, his eyes fixated on her flawless body.

Sez climbed onto the bed, positioning herself so that she was facing his legs, her back to his face. She straddled his head, her thighs on either side of his face, and began to grind her pussy against his mouth.

"Eat me, Luke," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Make me cum with your tongue."

Luke eagerly obliged, his tongue darting out to taste her. He lapped at her folds, his mouth seeking her clit, his hands reaching up to cup her ass, pulling her closer. Sez moaned, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, as she rode his face.

For what felt like half an hour, Sez continued to grind against his mouth, her pleasure building with each stroke of his tongue. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as she climaxed, her juices flowing over his lips and chin.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, her body trembling. "That's it, make me cum."

As her orgasm subsided, she leaned forward, her breasts dangling tantalizingly close to his cock. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, and began to stroke him slowly, her touch firm and deliberate.

"I want to feel you cum all over my tits," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Give it to me, Luke."

Luke's body tensed, his cock throbbing as she massaged him with expert precision. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with a guttural groan, he exploded, his cum spraying across her breasts, coating her in his release.

Sez smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She stood up, her body glistening with his essence, and untied the scarf from his wrists, freeing him from his bonds.

"Remember, I'm the one in control," she said, her voice low and commanding. "Don't ever forget that."

She handed him a knife, the blade glinting in the morning light. "You can untie yourself, but if you're still here when I come back, I'll knock you out. I'm going shopping, and I don't want to be disturbed."

With that, she turned and left the room, her hips swaying provocatively as she walked away.

Luke lay there, his body still buzzing with pleasure and the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looked down at the knife in his hand, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He had never experienced such intense pleasure and domination before, and he wasn't sure how to process it all.

He struggled to cut through the scarves binding his wrists, his hands still slightly numb from the tight restraints. Finally, he managed to free himself, the silk scarves falling away. He rubbed his wrists, feeling the tingling sensation as the blood flow returned to normal.

Getting up from the bed, he quickly dressed, his mind racing. He knew he should leave, but a part of him wanted to stay, to see Sez again, to experience more of her wild and unpredictable nature.

As he made his way out of Sez's apartment, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something intense and unpredictable. He had never met anyone like Sez, and he knew that their encounter would leave a lasting impression on him.

As he stepped out into the bright morning sun, he wondered if he would ever see Sez again and what new adventures and pleasures she might have in store for him. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, knowing that with Sez, anything was possible, and that their story was far from over.