Page 141 of Deception

Easing the door open, I creep inside, years of training making me move silently, cautiously. A single rose sits in the center of the big, low, round bed. I glance around, approaching the flower, a smile playing on my lips.

“Hmm. Someone is feeling playful…”

I tense as I feel something slip around one wrist, then the other, clicking into place.

“I thought you’d never come looking for me.”

“I didn’t realize I was supposed to come looking.”

“You’re right. That’s the whole point of a trap, I suppose…” Her voice is a velvet purr as she saunters around me, wearing thigh high leather boots, a tiny, jet-black G-string, and a strapped, corset top that leaves her sexy, protruding belly exposed. Dark red lipstick accents dark eye shadow, her hair cascading down in pinned curls to frame her face, covering her pushed up tits peeking out over the harness.

Nothing compares to the way she gets me hard, instantly.

Even more so when she pulls on the cord next to me, dragging my handcuffed wrists up above my head. My heart starts a pounding rhythm, a drum thumping through my entire body.

A sharp heel stabs at my back, forcing me to my knees roughly.

“Your trap worked … now what?”

“Something I have been wanting to do for a long time,” she breathes into my ear, sending shivers across my flesh under my clothes.

“Looks like you caught me with my pants…on.”

“Then I guess I’ll have tocut them off.”

Her hiss precedes the tip of a razor-sharp knife, slicing through the fabric of my shirt first, dragging lightly along my skin between tearing away one sleeve, then the next, followed by the front panels, then the back.

I’m sweating by the time she’s done, my arms aching above me, tugging against my restraints.

“Up!” She jerks the chains again, forcing me to stand as she drags the blade up each leg, destroying my outfit.

Every scratch is superficial, just enough to hurt, not deep enough to draw blood.

It’s a glorious prelude of what’s to come.

Isabella locks my ankles, tightening the chains until I’m stretched out, unable to move.

She draws it out, grazing one fingernail all over me, finishing with a long, slow scrape up the head of my throbbing cock. “This. I needed this.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m very surprised.”

“Are you?”

I almost answer when the first lash cracks along my back, making me snap my teeth shut, moaning in shock and sweet pain. The second lash is harder, wild.

Between sessions of punishment, she tortures me with near kisses, bites along my sides, my neck; and the worst and best of all, phantom licks down the length of my sex, forcing my back to arch trying to reach her.

She looks like a freaking demon when she appears before me, a goddess.

Sweat glistens on her flawless skin, her nipples adorned with clamps, a chain running between them, a collar at her throat.

Below the waist, she’s soaking through her almost nonexistent underwear.

So much so that she slices them off, revealing her perfect folds, her swollen apex, taunting me to taste.

“You’ll get your chance to lick me. To fuck me. But only how and when I say so.”

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