Chapter 93: Chained, Spread, and Begging for His Cock

Ivy’s pov

Gideon led me with his hand on the small of my back out of the arena, down a dimly lit hallway to a heavy, soundproofed door. He swiped a black keycard, and the door clicked open, revealing a room that made my breath catch.

Holy hell. What was this place, some kind of sanctuary of sin?

The room was draped in deep red and black velvet drapes; the only light in the room was coming from dozens of flickering candles that cast shadows on the dark wood floors.

In the center of the room, suspended from the ceiling by thick, gleaming chains, was a rectangular steel bar. My cunt clenched in anticipation.

My fingers trembled as I reached to take off my flimsy black lace lingerie, but his voice stopped me. "Turn around."

I obeyed instantly, my back to him. I felt his presence before I felt his surprisingly gentle fingers unhook my lingerie and slide it off my body, leaving me completely bare, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I could barely stand.

He had better fuck me tonight, or I really was going to lose my mind.

"Do you remember your safe words?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered, trying not to talk too much so he wouldn’t figure out it was me. He secured my wrists, wrapping them in soft leather cuffs that were attached to chains hanging from the bar.

Then he cranked a lever on the wall that made the chains spread out, causing my arms to be pulled up and out, stretching my body taut. My tits heaved and my cheeks heated up when his gaze fell on them.

Then he moved to my ankles, securing them with chains too.

"Oh my god!" I gasped when he cranked a lever, and suddenly I was off the ground, hanging and dangling from the bar with my legs wide and open and raised, leaving my dripping cunt completely exposed.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. He circled me slowly, his eyes roving over every inch of my exposed skin. "So fucking beautiful, Amber."

"Thank you, sir," I beamed up at him, licking my lips. Come on, Deon, please.

He stopped next to my face and reached over; his large hands came to rest on my hips, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above my cunt. I shuddered, a soft moan escaping my lips, his touch searing my skin.

His hands slid up my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, skimming the undersides of my heavy breasts. I arched my back, pushing my tits into his palms in a silent, desperate plea for more.

"Patience." He moved to stand in front of me, his sapphire eyes burning through the mask. His gaze dropped to my pussy, glistening and slick with my need.

Then he bent over, and the sight of this powerful, commanding man in his suit, bending over, lowering his face to my pussy was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.

He stayed there for a moment, just looking, his eyes dark and hungry as he stared at my swollen, needy cunt. The anticipation had to be torture. A delicious form of torture with my clit throbbing, my inner walls clenching hungrily.

Then he touched me.

"Ohhhh," I whimpered, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip.

His palm cupped my pussy, the heat of his hand a shock against my slick, sensitive flesh. I cried out, my body jerking against the restraints. "So greedy," he murmured in a low, seductive hum. He began to rub me, his palm sliding back and forth, spreading my wetness, his heel grinding against my aching clit. It was so slow that it drove me insane.

"Please, Sir," I whimpered, my head falling back.

He slid one long, thick finger between my folds, teasing my entrance. "Tell me what you need."

"You," I gasped. "I need you."

His finger pushed inside, and that had me seeing stars. "Like this?" he murmured, pumping his finger in and out, his thumb coming up to circle my clit. "Is this what you needed?"

"Yes," I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand as much as my restraints would allow. "Yes, Sir."

He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me. His fingers curled inside me to find that spot that made my whole body light up. He pumped them faster, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, slick circles. The pressure built like a tidal wave of pleasure rising inside me, threatening to pull me under.

"Hmmm, not yet. Keep your legs open for me." He pulled his fingers away, leaving me empty and aching. I cried out in frustration, only for my voice to trail off in a silent scream when I felt the hot puff of his breath against my soaked folds a second before his tongue touched me.

"Oh...GOD,"

His tongue flicked against my clit, making my whole body tremble. He did it again, and again, each touch sending a spark of electricity that made my muscles quiver. He was teasing me, tasting me, learning my body, and it was the most exquisite, maddening thing I had ever felt.

He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, hard.

I screamed as my body convulsed, the chains rattling as I thrashed in my restraints. He held on, his hands gripping my thighs while relentlessly he licked and sucked and devoured me, his tongue fucking my cunt, his lips worshiping my clit. It was filthy, it was depraved, and it was absolute heaven.

"Oh yes yes yes," I sobbed, my voice thick with tears of pleasure. "Please sir, please let me cum."

He pulled back, his lips glistening with my juices, with parts of his mask stained with them. "You’ve been such a good girl, Amber," he praised, his voice a low, rough rumble. "So obedient and perfect for me."

"Always for you," I panted, my stomach flexing as I tried to catch my breath. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

"What do you want as your reward?"

"Your cock," I begged, my voice cracking desperately. "Please, Sir. I want your cock. I’ve been aching for you. I need you to fuck me. I need you so bad."