Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Bound in Crimson
Alexander didn’t give her a moment to recover from the exhaustion of her orgasm. While her body was still trembling and twitching from the release, he pulled out of her wet warmth with a loud, slick suction sound.
Splotch.
"Oh god, Alexander... please," gasped Jessica, her forehead resting against the black leather cushion, her breath rattling as she tried to catch her bearings.
Alexander reached over to the custom wall racks, his fingers wrapping around a thick, padded silk blindfold and a pair of heavy leather cuffs attached to reinforced straps.
"I told you to stop talking," said Alexander, his voice deep, rough, and commanding.
He grabbed her by the hair just enough to tilt her head back, slipping the dark blindfold over her eyes and tying it behind her head. Plunged into darkness, Jessica let out a sharp, needy whimper, her senses magnifying every sound and touch in the crimson room. Alexander grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and clicked the leather cuffs shut around her skin, securing the connecting straps to the anchor points on the base of the lounge chair.
"Ah! You’re locking me down... yes, please, make me yours," cried Jessica, her hips twitching against the leather as she realized she couldn’t move an inch.
"You wanted to see what this room was for, right?" said Alexander, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.
He stepped back over to the rack, selecting a short, flexible leather crop. He walked back to her bound, arched form and brought the flat of the leather down across the soft flesh of her right buttock with a sharp, echoing slap.
Crack!
"Ahhh!" shrieked Jessica, the sting making her arch her back even deeper, her thighs trembling as a bright red mark bloomed across her pale skin. "More... please, Alexander, punish me!"
Crack! Crack!
He struck her twice more, the sharp impacts mixing with the heavy rhythm of her breathing. The pain transformed into pure, radiating heat between her thighs, causing her juices to overflow, dripping onto the black leather surface beneath her.
Alexander tossed the crop aside, stepping between her bound legs. He leaned down, his mouth closing over her highly sensitive, swollen folds. He began to lick her with long, wet, powerful strokes, his tongue swirling around her clitoris before plunging straight into her soaking canal.
Squelch. Slurp.
"Oh my god! Ah! Your tongue... it’s too much!" screamed Jessica, her bound hands twisting against the straps as she thrashed against his mouth. The slick, wet sounds of his aggressive licking filled the room, drowning out everything but her unhinged groans. "You’re eating me alive... fuck, Alexander!"
He pulled away, his mouth covered in her slick essence. From the side tray, he picked up a classic red silicone ball gag attached to a thick leather strap. He shoved the solid ball into her open, panting mouth, pulling the strap tight behind her head and buckling it secure.
"Mphhh! Nngghhh!" mumbled Jessica, her tongue pushing against the silicone barrier. She couldn’t close her jaws, causing her excess saliva to mix with her arousal, a thick, clear string of drool running down her chin and dripping onto her chest.
"Now you’re quiet," said Alexander, his dark eyes locked onto her helpless, bound, and blindfolded body. He gripped his thick, rigid shaft, rubbing the leaking tip against her wet, dripping entrance, listening to the muffled, desperate whimpers escaping her gagged throat.
"Do you want it inside you, Jessica?" asked Alexander, his voice dropping into a low, teasing vibration right against her ear.
"Mmphhh! Nnnghhh!" muffled Jessica, her head thrashing from side to side as she desperately nodded. Her blindfolded face was flushed, and a thick thread of saliva trailed down her neck from the silicone ball gag.
Alexander smirked ignoring her muffled pleas. He took his rigid, leaking length and dragged the hot head up and down along her swollen, dripping folds, coating the shaft in her slick moisture without entering even a single millimeter.
Slick. Squelch.
"Mmmphff!" she whimpered, her arched hips bucking off the leather lounge chair, trying to force herself onto him. But every time she lunged upward, Alexander stepped back, leaving her starved and grasping at empty air.
"Not yet," said Alexander.
He glanced over at the side table, his eyes catching a long, soft peacock feather resting near the restraints. A dark, wicked grin spread across his face.
"I remember reading something about sensory deprivation and nerve stimulation," said Alexander, turning the feather in his fingers. "Let’s see how much your body can take."
He leaned down dragging the soft, wispy edges of the feather across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Jessica’s entire body shuddered, a sharp, muffled shriek escaping the gag. Without her vision, the light, tickling friction felt like pure electricity rippling into her core.
Rustle.
"Mmmghnn!" she cried out, her bound wrists straining uselessly against the heavy leather straps.
Alexander moved the feather higher, lightly brushing the soft tendrils over her throbbing, exposed clitoris, which was dripping wet. The intense, tickling stimulation coupled with the agonizing denial drove her over the edge of sanity. Her hips whipped back and forth in a frantic, desperate frenzy, the slick sounds of her own juices splashing against the leather filling the crimson room as she screamed and screamed behind the silicone ball begging for his dick to finally end the torture.
Alexander finally took pity on her writhing, desperate form. He tossed the feather aside, stepped heavily onto the base of the chair, and lined up his thick, rigid length with her soaked, throbbing entrance.
With a brutal, unyielding lunge, he buried himself inside her tight walls in a single, deep stroke.
Slap! Squelch!
"MMMMMPHHH!" shrieked Jessica behind the silicone ball, her eyes rolling back beneath the blindfold as her arched spine stiffened like a board, the overwhelming fullness shattering her fragile composure.
Alexander gripped her hips with a bruising force launching into a fast, punishing rhythm that filled the red-lit room with the heavy, frantic slapping of flesh and the slick, wet friction of her overflowing moisture. He reached up, his fingers catching the buckle behind her head, and ripped the silicone gag out of her mouth, letting it drop to the floor.
"Ahhhhh! God, yes! Alexander! Fuck me! Split me open!" screamed Jessica, her voice echoing off the walls, raw and unhinged as she finally found her voice.
"That’s it," said Alexander, his breathing rough and heavy as he slammed his pelvis against her backside, driving deeper and harder with every stroke. "Scream. Scream as loud as you want. I’m leaving you without a voice by the time morning comes."
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