S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 32
Chi Zaozao knelt on the soft carpet, its warmth briefly comforting her knees.
But a blindfold swiftly covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Her fingers clasped tightly, a flicker of panic rising.
Then, Xie Jingyao’s strong hand pulled her wrists behind her, pinning them with one grip while the other wound rope tightly around them.
Once bound, his warmth vanished, leaving her tense. She feared a sudden whip’s sting or, worse, him abandoning her there.
Neither happened.
He returned, standing before her. A feather-like object brushed her cheek, teasing with light taps, making her heart itch unbearably.
But the feather stopped abruptly, replaced by coarse hemp rope looping around her neck.
Her body swayed slightly.
“Don’t move!” he warned, voice low.
She froze.
The rope didn’t stop at her neck. It knotted at her chest, encircling her bre_sts.
His hand pinched her nipple, drawing a muffled grunt. It hardened instantly.
A faint scoff reached her ears, her cheeks flushing with heat.
The rope bound her tightly, stealing her breath.
But he hadn’t lost control to anger. His fingers loosened a knot at her chest by an inch, easing her breathing while keeping the restrictive sensation.
The simple turtle bondage culminated in a rope passing through her p_ussy.
His hands moved from her back, taking the front rope, brushing her inner thighs, making her tremble.
The rope was knotted precisely at her clitoris and deeper core, its rough texture and knots’ friction soaking her instantly.
He didn’t rush to finish the binding, instead tugging the rope slowly.
“Mmm…” Her p_ussy reddened from the grinding, her ar_usal flowing freely.
“Truly a sl_t, no wonder you sought other men.”
His words struck her heart. She clamped her thighs together.
“Smack!” His hand struck her arse, a crisp sound echoing in the empty room.
She flinched, the knot stroking her cl_toris again.
“Ah!” Pain and pleasure surged, her head tilting back, spine arching.
“Smack, smack, smack!” Three more strikes landed on the same spot, her arse burning. She gasped sharply.
“No crying out. One sound, and there will be ten more strikes.” He restrained his anger, his hand falling again.
Her knees buckled, nearly collapsing to the floor.
Counting silently, she endured about thirty strikes, each layering over the last, stinging fiercely.
Her skin must have broken, she thought, gritting her teeth.
But the next strike didn’t come. She exhaled in relief.
The final knot had been tied unnoticed. A ring, sourced from somewhere, pulled her to her feet.
“Master…?” Panic gripped her, absolute and overwhelming.