[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 75: Surrender r18
"Please, Cassian, I can’t take more, I’m sorry!" I finally bargained, my voice breaking into desperate pleas, anger crumbling under the weight of need.
The wet sounds of the plug vibrating inside me filled the air, obscene and relentless, my hole clenching around it as if begging for more.
My cock throbbed visibly, another bead of pre-cum stretching in a thin string as it dripped, my entire body a slick, trembling mess.
Cassian taunted, his voice a low growl: "Beg like you mean it, or I’ll leave you like this all night, you haven’t earned my cock yet."
My moans turned pleading, weak tugs at the bonds as I fought one last time, but the denial had worn me thin, my resistance fracturing into raw, aching want.
More sweat poured down my body, chest heaving, the room smelling of oil and musk and desperation. I was breaking, and he knew it, his eyes drinking in every quiver, every drip, every frustrated thrust of my hips.
The edges blurred Into agony, vibes ramping to a punishing high, the plug pounding my prostate with vibrations that made my vision blur, his hand stroking faster, twisting at the head where I was most sensitive, pre-cum slicking the way until I was right there, balls tight, core locked, a scream building in my throat. "Cassian, fuck, please!" But stop. Off. Denial. Again.
My thighs shook like leaves in a storm, slick with sweat and lube that had dripped down from the plug, my hole fluttering around the intruder as it teased without mercy.
My cock was a mess, red, veined, throbbing so hard it hurt, the head glistening with a steady stream of pre-cum that pooled on my stomach, sticky and hot.
I tugged weakly at the bonds, my arms aching, moans pleading now, "I’ll do anything, just touch me, please!" But he held back, watching me succumb, my body a lewd display of frustration and need, sweat-damp everything, the wet buzz of the toys a symphony of torment that had me on the verge of tears.
I was worn thin, anger a distant memory under the relentless mindfuck, my world narrowed to the ache between my legs, the throb in my nipples, the fire in my veins. Cassian had me exactly where he wanted, broken, begging, and utterly his.
I was a wreck, a sweating, panting mess of raw nerves and unspent need, my body no longer my own but a puppet dancing on Cassian’s strings.
The ring around my cock hummed lowly around my base, a constant tease that kept me swollen and aching, while the plug vibrated deep inside me, grinding against my prostate like a merciless lover.
My nipples throbbed under the clamps, every breath a fresh pinch that shot straight to my balls.
Anger still simmered in my chest, but it was fracturing, crumbling under the weight of frustration, my mind foggy with the haze of denial.
I hated him, fuck, I hated him, but my cock betrayed me, throbbing harder with every taunt, every denial, leaking like a faucet as if begging for the mercy I refused to voice.
Cassian watched me with that predatory calm, his eyes dark pools of possession as he reached back into the box.
"We’re not done yet, Noah. Not even close." He pulled out adjustable nipple clamps, wait, no, he already had them on me, but these were different, vibrating ones, sleek and silver with remote syncing.
My heart hammered as he tightened the replacements up a notch, the pinch sharpening into a bite that made me yelp, my nipples swelling under the pressure, sending zings of heat through my chest like electric shocks.
"This is your punishment, feeling everything but getting nothing."
"Fuck, take them off!" I gasped, but he ignored me, spreading my legs wider with ruthless efficiency. From the box came a adjustable looking bar, padded but unyielding, locking around my ankles with clicks that echoed like finality.
He forced my legs apart, exposing me completely, my hole clenching around the buzzing plug, my cock bobbing in the air, red and veined, slick with pre-cum that dripped in thick strings.
The bar kept me splayed open, vulnerable, no way to close my thighs or hide the way my body trembled. "Untie me, you prick, ah, fuck!"
He flicked the remote, ramping all the toys at once: the cock ring buzzing high, a relentless vibration that made my shaft pulse and throb; the plug thrusting deeper vibrations, pounding my prostate with wet, squelching intensity that filled the room with obscene sounds; the clamps now vibrating in sync, pinching and buzzing my nipples until they felt like they were on fire, swollen and hypersensitive.
The overload hit me like a wave, my body thrashing wildly at first, sweat flying off my skin as I arched off the bed, the restraints biting into my wrists. "Stop, oh god, too much!" I screamed, my hips grinding futilely against the air, cock leaking profusely.
But Cassian denied me, watching as the edges built, five, six times, each one more brutal than the last.
He’d ramp everything to max, the vibes a symphony of torment that made my toes curl, abs clench into rigid lines, my balls drawing tight as release rushed toward me.
Sweat poured down my body in rivers, soaking the sheets, my hair matted to my forehead, chest heaving with ragged, sobbing breaths.
I’d scream in frustration when he shut it all off, pausing to trail ice over my overheated skin, cubes melting against my throbbing shaft, the cold shock making me hiss and buck, contrasting the fire in my veins until I was a trembling, slick mess.
Or he’d blow cool air over my cockhead, the sensation like a thousand needles of need, making me whimper and thrash, tears pricking my eyes.
My initial resistance reignited weakly with each denial, "Let me go, you sadistic fuck!", but the overload shattered me, sweat flying as I convulsed, my limbs shaking uncontrollably, muscles burning from the strain.
My mind was slipping, pride fracturing under the relentless assault, the toys turning me into something primal, a creature of pure sensation.
Anger dissolved into desperate need, my body no longer fighting but surrendering, hips rolling shamelessly, begging for the release he withheld.
