Chapter 113: She Jerked me off on a Red Cross (R-18)
The red room thrummed with a dark, intoxicating energy as the music shifted to a slow, romantic pulse, heavy with longing. Dim red light bathed the crimson walls, casting a sultry glow. The air was thick with sandalwood and the faint sweetness of candle wax. Flames flickered on a side table, sending shadows dancing across the polished BDSM cross where I stood, my wrists and ankles cuffed to its cold metal frame.
A silk blindfold covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness again, heightening every sound—her heels clicking as Elizabeth walk around me.
My dick stood rock hard, exposed in middle. Elizabeth, the First Lady, naked exposed circled me.
*Slap.* A whip cracked against my thighs, the leather’s sting sharp but soft, a tingling sensation rippling through me.
"Ahm.." I sucked in a breath, my body tensing against the cuffs, the blindfold amplifying the feeling, as she hits me again on my chest. "Ahh..." A soft moan slipped from my lips, my dick twitching, the heat of her control sparking something deep.
"Did you like that, my puppy?" Elizabeth asked, her voice sultry, teasing, her heels clicking as she circled me, slow and deliberate.
"Hehe, yeah..." I said, a smile breaking through, my tongue slipping out, playful, my body straining against the cuffs, my dick throbbing, the blindfold trapping me in her world.
"Good puppy you are," she said, her voice dripping with approval.
*Slap.* The whip struck my back, the sting sharper, my skin prickling, a moan tearing from my throat. "Ahh..." I gasped, my body arching, the cuffs biting, her control absolute.