[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 73: trapped r18

"You think this is funny? Torturing me after ignoring me like trash?" I snarled, twisting away, but he followed, the feather relentless, tracing the V of my hips, so close to my throbbing cock that I could feel the air stir around it.

Then he set the feather aside and grabbed something else from the box, padded nipple clamps, sleek and silver, with adjustable screws. My eyes widened. "No, don’t you dare—"

But he did. He leaned down, his breath hot on my left nipple as he attached the first clamp. The pressure was gentle at first, a soft pinch that sent a zing of heat straight to my core. I arched off the bed, a sharp hiss escaping my lips. "Fuck, that hurts, you prick!"

"Does it?" He tightened it just a fraction, the bite sharpening into something exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my cock jump, pre-cum beading at the tip.

He moved to the right nipple, clamping it with the same deliberate care, and I thrashed lightly, the tug sending sparks through my chest.

"Feel that? Every time you pull away, it tugs harder."

I resisted on instinct, twisting my torso in fury, "Fuck you, Cassian, this isn’t fair!", but the clamps pulled, the pinch intensifying, making my nipples throb with a heat that spread like wildfire to my groin.

My skin flushed, arousal building unbidden, my cock now fully hard and straining against nothing. I hated him for this, for turning my body against me, but god, the sensation was overwhelming, a slow ache that made me want more even as I cursed him.

He wasn’t done. He stepped out for a moment and came back with ice cubes, glistening In his palm.

He trailed one over my oiled chest, the cold shocking against the warmth, melting droplets running down my sides like teasing fingers.

I gasped, muscles clenching as the ice circled one clamped nipple, the contrast making it pulse with agony-ecstasy.

"Ah, shit, that’s cold!" Water trickled down my abs, pooling in my navel, and my hips bucked involuntarily, my cock twitching visibly, more pre-cum leaking as the chill heightened every sensation.

"See? Your body’s already begging while you’re still mad at me," Cassian taunted, blowing cool air over the wet trails, my nipples hardening impossibly under the clamps, sending jolts straight to my balls.

"I hate you for this," I snarled back, my voice cracking as another ice cube traced lower, melting against my inner thigh, so close to my aching sack that I whimpered despite myself.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, my body trembling from the sensory whiplash, the oil’s lingering heat, the clamps’ insistent pinch, the ice’s biting cold, all of it building a pressure in my core that made me ache, my cock throbbing untouched, desperate for friction I refused to beg for.

But Cassian leaned in again, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered filthy promises: "You haven’t earned me inside you yet, that’s for good boys who don’t kiss my rivals."

The words fueled my resistance; rage surged, and I tried to knee him away, bucking wildly, "You controlling fuck, let me go!", but the gentle overload was cracking me.

My body arched into his touches against my will, sweat slicking my skin, a low whine escaping my throat despite the fury.

I panted, chest heaving, still defiant but visibly aroused, my limbs trembling from the unrelenting tease, every nerve screaming for more even as my mind rebelled.

The moment blurred Into torment, my anger a fire that only fed the heat pooling between my legs.

I tugged at the restraints again, the silk pressing against my wrists, but all it did was make the clamps tug harder, sending fresh waves of pleasure-pain through me.

Cassian’s hands roamed freely now, massaging more oil into my skin, fingers digging into the muscles just inches from my cock, kneading until my legs quivered.

The ice followed, melting against the crease where thigh met groin, droplets trickling down to tease my balls without touching them.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to stifle the moans bubbling up, but one escaped, a broken, needy sound that made Cassian chuckle darkly.

"You’re fighting so hard," he murmured, his voice like silk over gravel, "but look at you, dripping for me, your pretty cock begging even if your mouth won’t."

He blew another puff of air over the wet path, and my hips jerked up, seeking contact that wasn’t there. Pre-cum smeared against my belly, my shaft pulsing with every heartbeat, the denial a sweet agony that had me sweating, panting, my body a live wire of sensation.

I wanted to scream at him, to tell him to fuck off, but the words tangled in my throat as he traced the feather again, this time along the underside of my arms, down my sides, making me squirm and gasp.

I lay there, panting like a trapped animal, my body a traitor in the war my mind was waging.

The sensory overload from the oil, the clamps, the ice, it had left me trembling, my skin alive with prickles of heat and cold, my nipples throbbing under those damned padded vices like they had a heartbeat of their own.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my temples, and my cock stood rigid against my abdomen, leaking pre-cum in a steady, humiliating drip. I hated Cassian, god, I hated him, for turning me into this mess, for the way my hips kept twitching involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn’t there.

But even as rage boiled in my chest, a darker part of me craved more, and that pissed me off even harder.

Cassian stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark and unreadable, like a predator deciding how to play with his meal. He reached into that cursed box again, pulling out something sleek and black, a vibrating ring like object, the kind with a remote that promised nothing but torment. My eyes widened, a fresh wave of defiance surging through me.

"No, don’t you fucking dare put that on me," I snarled, yanking at the silk restraints until they bit into my wrists, the headboard creaking under the strain.