The thong, also red, split her lush ass, a single string that did little to hide her tiny hole.
Grunting like a fucking beast, I hauled out both of my chains.
Recognizing the noise, Roya gave a little hiccup, maybe despair, maybe desire.
The softly lined cuffs could be extended by a lot. I smiled, making the appropriate adjustments on one of them before snapping the makeshift collar around her slim neck.
“Aris . . .” Her voice warbled.
I said nothing, instead checking the roominess of the collar by inserting two fingers between the leather and her neck.
Plenty of breathing—and screaming—room.
And then I tightened the chains from each side of the bed until she had no choice but to keep the side of her haughty face planted against the mattress. With her belted wrists at the base of her back, she created a thoroughly arousing tableau.
I took my time inspecting her, rubbing several fingers across my mouth. “There. That’s a perfect posture for you. Ass up, head down.”
Her face flushed, her eyes growing hazy.
Firmly in control and still fully dressed, I walked around the bed and her; my beautiful, erotic display.
A fine quiver began at her plump buttocks then rolled across her spine.
My cock was lurching, precum beading out to slide along the completely engorged shaft.
Her gasps interspersed with moans, such lovely, lovely music to my ears.
I trailed a hand up the back of her thigh, and she widened her legs.
Good girl.
I coasted a fingertip along one hip to her slender torso, and she arched even more.
Very good girl.
I placed my palm flat on her belly, and felt the corresponding chills. Then I skimmed my fingers higher to where her exotic nipples brushed the bedding as her sweet tits hung pendulously.
I barely touched the dangling globes before roaming directly behind her. There, I prowled onto the bed.
At her center, the fragile barrier of the thong was soaked through, the puffy outer lips of her cunt not even contained by the narrow triangle.
“Who made you so hot you’re dripping wet? Me or that dickhead you danced with?” I jerked up on the back of her thong so the fabric pulled tight against her pussy.
“Argh! You!” She snapped her teeth in a futile gesture, ferocious even in her confession.
I soothed both hands down the curve of her spine and skimmed over her lush ass.
“This fucking ass.” My voice rasped, deep and throaty.
The gold chain fascinated me, and I toyed with the fragile links at that sensitive spot just inside her hipbones.
“What possessed you to wear this?” I asked, throbbing and low beside her ear.
More goosebumps emerged, and she whimpered. “You seem to like chains.”
“Da. I do. Good choice.” After sliding my fingers from the delicate links, I lowered her thong, drawing it slowly from her legs.
Once it was removed, I leaned toward her swollen pussy and breathed in her pooling scent. “Good girl.”
I played with the chain, rolling it through my fingers, tugging it just a little. Roya’s body began undulating, her breaths stuttering out heavier and heavier.
I discovered the centerpiece of the links, where a longer tail ended with a small flat disc. Blyad. If I had my way, I’d put a lock on that and never let her out of it.
Using the tail like a mini whip, I started swinging it. Slapping the light disc against her aroused clit. Just until Roya started rocking into the smacks.
Feeling even more sinister, I rearranged the chain so the tail end trailed down the deep crevice of her ass, almost reaching her winking little hole.
Her fingers convulsed together at the base of her spine, and I bent over, lightly brushing my lips and stubbled jaw against those slender digits.
Blindly seeking me, she trailed her fingers over my lips, cupped my jaw in her palms. In reward, I nuzzled her palms with my mouth, licking softly with my tongue.
“Aris,” she whispered.
She was so sweet, so sexy and tasty when she submitted to me.