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He sets down the fire implements and the vibrator, returning with a soft white feather that looks deceptively innocent. As he drags it lightly across my oversensitive nipples, I whimper, knowing this is just the beginning of pure, exquisite torture.
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VANE
The orgy room has filled with hunters and their prey, the air thick with tension. Bodies writhe against each other on the plush furniture scattered throughout the space. Still, I notice several eyes fixed on us—on Lia, suspended from chains, her body glistening with sweat and arousal.
Let them see. Let them all witness what they can never have.
I trail the white feather along her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding her center where she needs it most. Her muscles tense beautifully.
“You're the only attraction to me, wildflower,” I whisper against her ear, loud enough for only her to hear. “Look how they watch you. How they wish they were me.”
I drag the feather up her stomach, circling each nipple until they harden to stiff peaks. Her breathing hitches, and I'm drunk on the power of controlling her pleasure.
“Please,” she whimpers, straining against her bonds.
“Please, what?” I pull back to watch her face. “Tell me exactly what you want. Let everyone hear how desperate you are for me.”
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, meet mine. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” I drag the feather down between her breasts, over her stomach, circling her navel.
“Not like that,” she gasps.
When I finally brush the feather across her swollen clit, her entire body vibrates with barely restrained pleasure. A moan escapes her lips, echoing through the room. The sound draws a few unmatched hunter's eyes.
“Look at them watching you,” I growl, circling her clit again with the soft plume. “They're jealous. They wish they could make you tremble like I do.”
I press the feather more firmly against her sensitive flesh, and her hips buck wildly. “No one else gets to touch you like this again.” I lean in closer, biting her earlobe. “No one else would know exactly how to touch you to make you fall apart anyway.”
Another stroke of the feather and she's hovering right on the edge.
“You're mine,” I remind her, discarding the feather to slide my fingers through her wetness. “And I'm going to make sure everyone in this room knows it.”
I unzip my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my underwear. My cock springs free, rock hard and ready. The mask around my neck shifts as I kick my clothes away.
I grab her suspended thighs, spreading them wider as I position myself at her entrance. Her body hangs perfectly at the ideal height, swaying slightly in the chains—a masterpiece of flesh I've arranged for my pleasure.
“Hunters are watching,” I growl, running my thumbs along her inner thighs where they're slick with arousal. “They're all going to see how perfectly you take me.”
Without warning, I thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt. The force of it makes her body swing in the chains.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her internal muscles clenching around me immediately as she comes, her body so primed from my teasing that she explodes at the first contact.
“That's it,” I praise, gripping her thighs tighter, using them as handles to pull her body onto my cock again and again. “Coming on my cock the second I'm inside you. Such a perfect little slut for me only.”
Her body is completely at my mercy as I control her movement through the suspension. I slam into her relentlessly, making her breasts bounce with each thrust. The chains above us rattle and creak as I use her body like a fuck toy, positioning her exactly how I want her.
Sweat drips down my chest as I pound into her, her suspended form completely helpless to do anything but take what I give her. Every thrust sends her swinging back, only for me to pull her roughly forward again.
“You're nothing but a puppet on my strings,” I snarl, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “And I'm the only one who knows how to make you dance.”
Her cunt grips me like a vise, slick and hot around my cock. Every thrust sends her swinging, completely at my mercy.
“That's it,” I growl, digging my fingers into her thighs hard enough to bruise. “Take every fucking inch of what's always been yours.”
Her eyes roll back as another orgasm rips through her. I don't slow down, punishing her with relentless thrusts while the room watches our display.
