I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 35: BDSM R18
Chapter 35: BDSM R18
Junior’s heart was pounding as he stared into Helen’s eyes, her question hanging in the air like a slow-burning fuse. "Something else? Like what?" His voice was low, curious, and laced with anticipation.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing even deeper than before. "I... read about some things," she admitted, her fingers nervously tracing circles on his chest. "And I might’ve... practiced a little. On myself."
His breath hitched, the heat in his veins flaring at her words. "Helen," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Are you saying...?"
She nodded, her gaze locking onto his. "If you’ll let me." Her voice trembled, but there was a spark of something daring in her eyes now, something that made his stomach tighten.
"Let you?" Junior repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Helen, you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you’re thinking—yes."
A soft smile spread across her lips, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss against his chest. "Thank you, Albert," she murmured, her tone playful yet tender. She slid off the bed, moving with a grace that made his pulse race, and walked over to the corner of the room where a small wooden box sat. Kneeling down, she opened it, revealing an array of items that made Junior’s eyes widen.
Inside the box were ropes, handcuffs, a leather belt, several vibrators, and other toys he couldn’t immediately identify. Helen reached in and pulled out a pair of shiny silver handcuffs, holding them up for him to see. "I read in one book that during stuff like this, it increases the pleasure gotten through sex," she explained, her voice steady now, though her cheeks were still flushed. "And when I think about the both of us... I couldn’t resist it."
Junior sat up, his gaze fixed on the handcuffs dangling from her fingers. "You’ve been thinking about this?" he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "A lot." She stepped closer, placing the handcuffs in his palm along with a length of soft rope. Her touch sent a shiver up his arm. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Tie my hands. Do whatever you want to me."
The weight of her words settled over him, heavy and electric. He looked down at the cuffs in his hand, then back up at her. "You’re sure?" he asked, his voice low but firm.
Her answer was immediate. "Yes. I trust you."
That trust sent a surge of warmth through him, mingling with the rising heat of desire. He stood, his movements deliberate as he guided her to the edge of the bed. "Turn around," he instructed gently, his voice carrying a quiet authority that made her shiver.
Helen obeyed without hesitation, turning her back to him and lifting her arms slightly. Junior looped the rope around her wrists, tying them securely but not too tight. When he clicked the handcuffs into place, she let out a soft gasp, the sound sending a jolt straight to his core.
"How does that feel?" he asked, his breath warm against her ear.
She shifted slightly, testing the restraints. "Good," she murmured, her voice shaky but filled with promise. "Really good."
He stepped back, admiring the sight of her bound and vulnerable before him. His fingers trailed down her spine, making her shudder under his touch. "Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to her. freewёbnoνel.com
Reaching for the belt, he folded it in half, letting the leather slide between his fingers. "Helens, are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and edged with command.
She nodded, her breathing uneven. "Yes, your majesty."
The first strike of the belt against her skin was light, almost teasing, but it still elicited a sharp gasp from her. "Ah!" she cried out, her body tensing briefly before relaxing again.
"Good girl," Junior murmured, his voice thick with approval. He struck her again, this time a little firmer, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing in the room. Helen moaned, her hips swaying slightly as if begging for more.
He obliged, alternating between light strikes and firmer ones, each one drawing out another pleasured sound from her. Her breaths came faster, her skin flushed and sensitive under his attention. "You’re taking it so well," he praised, his voice rough with desire.
"More," she pleaded, her voice breaking on the word. "Please, more."
Junior gripped the belt tighter, his own restraint fraying with every whimper that escaped her lips. He landed another strike, harder this time, and she cried out, her body arching toward him. "Gods, Helen," he growled, tossing the belt aside. His hands roamed over her heated skin, reveling in the way she trembled under his touch.
Reaching into the box, he pulled out a sleek black vibrator, turning it on and letting the low hum fill the air. Helen’s eyes widened when she saw it, her breath catching in her throat. "Junior," she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.
He knelt behind her, his free hand gripping her hip to keep her steady. The vibrator brushed against her thighs, teasingly close but not quite touching where she wanted it most. "Patience," he murmured, his lips brushing against her shoulder.
Helen whimpered, her hips bucking slightly as she tried to push herself against the toy. "Please," she begged, her voice desperate now.
Junior chuckled darkly, finally pressing the vibrator against her slick folds. The moment it made contact, her whole body jerked, a strangled moan escaping her lips. "Oh gods!" she gasped, her legs shaking as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through her.
He moved the toy slowly, exploring every inch of her with deliberate precision. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing against his hold. "You’re so responsive," he mused, his own breathing uneven. "It’s incredible."
"I can’t—" she started, her voice breaking as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Junior, I’m going to—"
He didn’t let her finish, sliding the vibrator inside her just as she reached the edge. Her cry echoed through the room, her body convulsing as she came undone. Junior held her tightly, his own need growing unbearable as he watched her fall apart.
When she finally went limp, he turned off the vibrator, setting it aside before untying her wrists. Helen fell forward onto the bed, her breathing ragged and her body still trembling. "That was..." she started, but words failed her.
Junior leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. "Not done yet," he whispered, his voice dark with promise. He undid his pants, freeing his aching cock, and positioned himself behind her. "Ready?" he asked, though the question was more of a warning.
Helen nodded weakly, her voice barely audible. "Yes, please..."
With a groan, he thrust into her, the tightness of her body pulling him in deeper. She cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he set a relentless pace. "So good," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her again and again.
Helen arched her back, matching his rhythm as best she could despite her exhaustion. "Don’t stop," she begged, her voice strained. "Don’t ever stop."
"Never," he promised, his own climax building with every thrust. "Helen, I’m—"
"Me too," she gasped, her body tightening around him. With a final, deep thrust, they both came together at thesame time and then they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined .