[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 74: Torture r18
He just smirked, that infuriating curl of his lips that made my stomach flip despite everything.
"Oh, I dare, Noah. You earned this." He climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he straddled my thighs, pinning me in place.
His fingers, strong, calloused, still slick with oil, wrapped around the base of my cock, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze that made me gasp, my hips bucking up into his hand before I could stop myself.
"See how hard you are for me? Even after I ignored you."
"Stop teasing, you asshole! Just let me go!" I roared, thrashing beneath him, my restraints pulling taut as I tried to twist away.
My hips bucked not in need, at least that’s what I told myself, but in pure anger, trying to dislodge him.
But the movement only made his grip tighten, the object sliding down my shaft with a snug, constricting pressure that wasn’t painful but oh god, it was tight, hugging the base like a vice, trapping the blood and making my already throbbing length swell even harder.
The silicone was cool against my fevered skin, and when he clicked it into place, I felt every vein pulse against it, pre-cum oozing from the slit in a thick bead that dribbled down the underside.
He held up the remote, thumb hovering over the button. "This is going to be fun." With a flick, he turned it on low, a soft, insistent hum that vibrated through my cock like a whisper of electricity, buzzing right at the root where I was most sensitive.
I bit back a moan, my stomach clenching as the sensation rippled up my shaft, making the head twitch and leak more.
His oiled hand followed, wrapping around me in a loose fist, stroking lightly from base to tip, the slick glide amplifying everything. Up and down, slow and teasing, building a pressure in my balls that had me gritting my teeth.
"Fuck, stop!" I gasped, my protests mixing with involuntary hitches in my breath. Sweat slid down my chest, making the oil glisten under the lamplight as I strained against the bonds, muscles straining in my arms and shoulders.
But he didn’t stop; his hand sped up just a fraction, the vibrations humming in time with his strokes, coiling that heat tighter in my gut. I felt the edge approaching, that sweet part where everything would shatter, but then he stopped cold, his hand pulling away, the ring still buzzing lowly like a cruel promise.
I whimpered, fuck, I actually whimpered, my cock bobbing in the air, red and slick, throbbing with denied need. "You prick," I hissed, hips bucking in frustration, seeking nothing but air.
But Cassian wasn’t done. He grabbed lube from the box, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room.
"This is what you get for that photo, me controlling every part of you, every second." He spread my thighs wider, his free hand pushing one knee down as his lubed fingers circled my hole, teasing the puckered entrance. I clenched instinctively, anger flaring hot. "You planned more? You’re sick!"
"Oh, I planned a lot more," he murmured, pushing one finger in slowly, the intrusion slick and insistent.
I gasped, my body resisting at first, but the lube made it glide deep, curling to brush that spot inside me that sent stars exploding behind my eyes.
He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching me open with deliberate care that only heightened the torment.
Then, he withdrew, replacing them with the toy, a curved, vibrating plug, thick at the base, designed to press right against that bundle of nerves.
He inserted it slowly, inch by inch, the lubed silicone stretching me with a burn that bordered on pleasure, the curve nestling perfectly against my prostate.
"Breathe," he commanded, and when he turned it on, synced to the cock ring’s remote, the dual vibrations hit me like a freight train.
The plug buzzed deep inside, massaging my prostate with relentless pulses, while the ring hummed around my base, trapping me in a loop of building ecstasy.
I writhed, my back arching off the bed, the clamps on my nipples tugging with the movement and sending fresh zaps of heat through my chest.
"Ah, fuck, take it out!" I yelled, anger flaring again as I tried to twist away, my ass clenching around the intruder.
But the vibrations made me see white, pre-cum dripping steadily from my cock in thick strings, pooling on my abs.
My thighs quivered, slick with sweat, as involuntary thrusts rocked my hips, fucking myself on the air.
Mid-torture, during a brief pause where he turned the vibes down to a torturous low hum, Cassian leaned close, his eyes locking onto mine, dark and possessive.
"I ignored you to make you crave this, to remind you who owns you. And look at you now, leaking for me." The words reignited my fury like gasoline on fire.
"Fuck your games, I don’t need you!" I spat, twisting away as much as the restraints allowed, my body straining, sweat pouring down my temples in rivulets that stung my eyes.
But the toys betrayed me, the low buzz forcing subtle thrusts from my hips, my cock throbbing visibly, red and veined, slick with pre-cum that smeared across my skin with every aborted movement.
Cassian denied me again, ramping the vibes to high, his oiled hand stroking my shaft in firm, twisting pulls until my toes curled, abs clenching tight, the edge rushing toward me like a wave.
"Oh god—please, " I gasped, protests forgotten in the haze, but then he shut everything off, his hand pulling away, leaving me hanging on the brink.
I sobbed in frustration, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, sweat-damp hair sticking to my forehead like a crown of defeat.
"Bastard, let me cum!" But he did it again, three, four times, each edge harder than the last.
Mind fraying, the plug grinding against my prostate with wet, squelching vibrations that echoed in the room, his hand speeding up to milk me to the climax, my balls drawing tight, cockhead swollen and purple, leaking like a faucet.
My thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles burning from the strain of holding back, slick sweat pooling in the dips of my hips.
