Page 66 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

From the drawer, he retrieved a manhood shaped vibrator and slid it inside her drenched entrance. Her walls clenched around the intrusion, the sensation making her whimper against the gag. Next, he pulled out three clamps, attaching them to her sensitive nipples and her swollen clit.

Ivy had no idea that while she was gone, he had already prepared all of these sinful devices, waiting for this very moment.

Christian took out an egg vibrator. He placed it directly on her throbbing clit, and held it there with his fingers.

"Now this will make you look complete," he murmured, his voice a sinful promise as he retrieved feather-light tickling vibrators. His deft fingers fastened them to her legs and toes, ensuring the soft plumes would tease the sensitive soles of her feet with every slightest movement.

Then, without warning, he pressed the button.

Every device roared to life at the highest setting.

Her body convulsed instantly, her muffled cries vibrating against the ball gag as pleasure and torment intertwined in a mind-numbing symphony. The powerful vibrator inside her thrust with merciless precision, while the relentless pulses against her clit and nipples sent shockwaves through her trembling frame. The delicate tickles on her feet only heightened her sensitivity, sending her into sensory overload.

"Mmhmphh—mmgghhh!" Her muffled moans filled the air, but the ball gag muffled every sound. She was left helpless, her body trembling like a puppet under his control.

Kneeling in front of her, his imposing form loomed over her helpless state. His monstrous length stood heavy in front of her, hard and ready.

"My toys will play with you," he murmured, his fingers caressing her tear-streaked cheek. "Be a good wife, Ivy. You need to surrender to the pleasure I've prepared for you."

Chapter 23 Make A Deal, Ivy?

Time lost meaning. Within half an hour, Ivy was drenched, her body convulsing on the bed, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. The vibrators showed no mercy, pushing her past every limit, dragging orgasm after orgasm from her overstimulated body

She couldn't even scream anymore. Her gag was thick enough to swallow all her sounds, leaving only the desperate whispers of her ragged breathing.

Christian watched, mesmerized. The sight of his wife, quivering, broken by pleasure, her arousal soaking the sheets, was more intoxicating than he could have imagined. Her body was flushed a deep red, shivering uncontrollably, trapped in a haze of pleasure. The massive vibrator inside her had made her unbearably sensitive, her nerves ablaze with sensation.

His hand wrapped around his own throbbing cock, pumping it with slow, rough strokes. His dark eyes were filled with heated desperation, his arousal only growing as he took in the erotic sight before him.

He came right in front of her, his release spilling onto the floor as he locked eyes with her. Ivy's watery gaze met his, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Was it too much for you?" His voice was softer now as he unbuckled the gag, freeing her mouth.

Ivy swallowed thickly, her throat hoarse, her lips parting as she struggled to catch her breath. But the vibrators, those damn vibrators, continued to pound into her mercilessly.

Christian’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. Even in this wrecked state, she looked so irresistible that Christian struggled to hold himself back from taking her all over again. Her scent was thick in the air, intoxicating, making his restraint slip with every breath. His girth, barely softened from his orgasm, twitched back to life, his own need raging. He knew that the moment he touched her, he’d lose all control.

"How about we make a deal, Ivy?" He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her swollen lips. "Use that pretty mouth to make me come. Each time I do, you get to take one vibrator off. Sounds fair?"

Her desperate, exhausted eyes widened, then she obediently nodded.

With a smirk, Christian settled onto the bed in front of her, his thick, rigid rod standing tall, glistening with arousal.

She gulped at the sheer size of it, licking her dry lips. But when she tried to reach him, she quickly realized—he had positioned himself just an inch too far. The restraints kept her body from arching higher, allowing her lips to barely brush against the crown of his cock, but never fully engulf him.

She looked up at him helplessly, only to find that same dark smirk playing on his lips.

He had planned this.

His gaze grew intense, his smirk fading as his expressiondarkened. Arching his back to shift sideways to bring his shaft closer to her, he looked down at her with a cold, commanding stare.

"Suck."

Desperation filled her movements as she stretched her body forward, her handcuffed hands landing on his stomach and thighs, her soft lips finally wrapping around the sensitive tip. Her tongue flicked against the silky skin, teasing him with slow, sensual strokes.

"Fuuuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers curling into the sheets as pleasure shot through him.

Ivy’s eyes flicked up to meet his, watching the tension on his face as she continued her slow torment. She sucked on his tip, her tongue dancing around it in tantalizing circles. Every few seconds, her body would jolt from the vibrators still torturing her, making her whimper around his length, her tongue moving with needy determination.

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