Page 15 of Craving Paradise

“That’s the right choice, Mr. Fox. First, as you know, The Paradise Club allows sex with or without protection. I know your tests and ours are up to date. I need to know if you wish to continue bare or with protection?” she asks.

“I’m happy to feel Ren’s bare cunt against my dick for tonight,” he says, giving me a heated stare.

“As you wish. Please know that I’ll not go beyond the barriers you have set on your profile. I also know Ren’s boundaries. I want you both to know you are safe with me in control.”

I trust her. There aren’t many who I trust giving up my control to, but I know Vixen enjoys sex and being the master controller. To her, it is all about the scene, not her gratification, unlike some who work here trying to bag a rich husband and see shared scenes as competition.

“Mr. Fox, I think our girl needs a thorough cleaning. She looks a little dirty with all this mess on her. Clean her up,” Vixen commands Mr. Fox, who eagerly does as he’s told.

He starts with my breasts and nipples, licking off the excess chocolate sauce and strawberry juices. He does a proper job with his tongue, giving special attention to those nipples that have me pushing against the chains as my desire blooms again. Mr. Fox then moves up to my lips and kisses me. Those thick, pouty lips press against mine. I wish we didn’t tie my hands up as I’d have loved to run my fingers through his thick golden locks. His tongue duels with mine, and we groan as the kisses deepen. Mr. Fox knows how to kiss, and I’m almost dizzy with desire when he eventually pulls away from my mouth. Thankfully, I’m lying down.

He then places kisses down my stomach then moves south. He continues to lick, nip, and kiss over my hips and between my thighs. He doesn’t go straight for my pussy. Mr. Fox drags out the torture by licking down one side of my thigh before moving to the next.

“Very good, Mr. Fox. She looks perfectly clean. Show me how wet she is,” Vixen instructs.

Mr. Fox runs a finger between my folds before slipping one inside me. His finger pumps a couple of times before he pulls it from me and offers his finger to Vixen, who leans forward and sucks my wetness from it.

“She tastes perfect. I think she’s ready for more.” Vixen hums as she turns to a drawer underneath the bed and pulls out a multitude of items. The first one is a tickler which is a long black stick with a feather pompom on the end. “Now, tease her,” she commands.

He takes the tickler from her hand and runs it all over my body. My body is on high alert, and the tickling sensation is giving me goosebumps, creating white-hot heat over my body.

Vixen is loving this torture. “It feels so good, doesn’t it, Ren?” Vixen asks as I pull against the restraints while Mr. Fox teases me between my thighs with the feathers.

“Yes,” I answer through gritted teeth.

Vixen chuckles darkly. “Try this next,” she says, handing Mr. Fox a vibrating butt plug.

She’s truly trying to kill me.

Mr. Fox lathers it with lube and tests it on my backdoor. Slowly, he moves it against the puckered hole, gradually relaxing until he finally has it in its place and secure.

“I have the remote.” Vixen grins as she turns it on to the lowest vibration.

I arch my back off the bed as the vibrations tingle throughout my body. “Here, let’s tease her some more.” She hands Mr. Fox a cube of ice. “Place it on the outside of her and lick it off her until it’s all gone.”

I press against my restraints as the cold sensation rushes over my heated lips. It’s so cold. Then Mr. Fox runs his hot tongue over the same path he took from the ice cube. And he does this repeatedly while Vixen turns the butt plug up to the next level.

Holy shit.

This is insane. It’s too much, way too much stimulation. But all I hear is Vixen’s dark laugh and Mr. Fox’s moans as he continues to lick the coldness from my pussy.

“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?” Vixen leans over and whispers into my ear.

“Yes, God, yes.” I groan.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Otherwise, you know I’d make your life hell tonight.” She chuckles. “Mr. Fox, make her come.”

And he goes to town on my pussy as if it is the first time he has tasted me.

Vixen turns the plug up to the next level just as Mr. Fox’s fingers slide into my cunt, and his mouth sucks on my clit. I’m done for.

My back arches as the chains clang against their holdings. As a deep, guttural scream escapes my mouth, I swear the entire club could hear through the soundproofed rooms. Searing heat laces my body, and my mind blanks out as the orgasm rips through and transports me to another dimension. I can feel wetness slide between my thighs as Mr. Fox doesn’t let up on eating me out as he pushes through one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had in I don’t know how long. He keeps going until he hits that magical spot, making me squirt. My wetness coats his chin as my body turns into a liquified mess. I’m unable to stop the multiple orgasms traveling through my body. I can’t stop the wetness coating the bed.

I’m dead.

“That was so fucking hot,” Vixen murmurs from far away. “Now, Mr. Fox, fuck her. She isn’t done coming yet. Fill her up and see if you can make her drench this bed even more,” Vixen urges him.

His mouth pulls away from my pussy as I feel the tip of his dick slide inside me. I feel so full with the plug inside me too.

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