Weird sensation

"Sara's point of view,"

"I wanted to touch his magnificent physique so badly, but he tied my hand. I want to feel his kisses all over me. Please come to me, darling.

I can't wait to feel you inside of me. Please free my hand from this tight hold."

He turned on the light and started reading the first paragraph of my written story.

I felt uncomfortable exposing my bare body to him in the bright light of the room. Handcuffs and a leg spreader still bind me, despite my best efforts to escape his lustful stare.

My thighs began to ache due to excessive spreading.

My eyes lingered on his torso. His figure is undeniably stunning, with 8-pack abs, muscular arms, and a sparkling chest, but it isn't enough to make me drool over him.

No amount of his attempts to make amends will ever remove the monstrous impression he has in my mind because of everything he did to me.

I took my eyes off his body and looked around the room. It was unlike any other opulent room I'd seen or read about in the billionaires' stories.

A dark hue adorned the room. Black paint covers all furniture and curtains. A shelf on one side featured a variety of tools, each with a menacing and jagged appearance.

I shuddered when I saw the soiled spanking bench with its old and ominous leather surface. The room's purpose was to intimidate and exert dominance.

It dawned on me that the chamber was not just a regular space, but one intended to instill dread and control. When I realized how real everything was, a deep terror overcame me, leaving me gasping for air and itching to escape.

"In what manner do you want me to feel inside of you, Sara Grace?"

"What are you talking about? I do not want to touch you, nor do I want you to be shirtless." To hide my embarrassment, I closed my eyes once again and tried not to look at him.

He was the first man to see me naked.

"Cut it out with the drama already!

You confessed in your stories that you enjoyed the domineering man's ability to manipulate you into pleading with him."

"What?"

How could he evaluate my entire personality based solely on my creative ability?

"How many times must I tell you, Aaron, that I am not the woman you are looking for?

All of that reflected my writing rather than who I am."

I understood his complete misunderstanding when, after reading my piece, he looked at me with a hopeful gaze.

"Sara, you are the most gorgeous lady I have ever seen. I don't know if you like the things you write about or not, but I want to recreate every moment you write about with me."

He slid down my panty to my feet.

"Aaron, please don't do this to me."

I know my pleading has no effect on the monster in front of me, yet my heart still begs him to pity me.

I want to escape from this hell-like situation. But he left no way to escape.

He bit me all over, and it hurt like hell. To avoid seeing the monster's face in front of me, I closed my eyes. He then caressed behind my earlobe, and something weird happened to my body. Like a Dracula drinking human blood, he sucked my tender neck.

As his tongue dragged across my flesh, a lightning storm erupted inside me. Although I don't want him to touch me, there is a small part of me that is interested in experiencing his touch's effects on my body.

I suppose things would be different if Neil and I were married. I'm sure he never bound me like a slave to satisfy his thirst. Since we love each other, our intimation will be full of promises and love, but I don't see how I can enjoy this monster touch in this loveless marriage.

His proximity simply made me feel afraid and sad; his touch did not even hint at care or support. He doesn't even know me; how can he attack my body like a ravenous wolf? Is it possible for two strangers to intimidate each other without any mutual feelings?

Did he not feel uncomfortable or weird touching a stranger?

Maybe not. I got the feeling that his only emotion was lust from the way he was so focused on licking my clit.

To widen the space between my legs, he spread out leg bars. I let out a painful groan as my leg stretched. He licked my soft place again after ignoring my tears.

His persistent licking of my inner part is causing an odd sensation in my body, even though I dislike his touch. I have no idea why, but I had the sudden need to push his head deep into my pussy.

Why is he just licking my clit?

I would prefer to feel his tongue more deeply. Surprisingly, I found pleasure in his caressing motion as he forcefully grasped my thighs.

A storm of conflicting feelings, including wrath and contempt, washed over me by my newfound desire. I must agree that this man has magic in his lips and tongue.

I experienced a pleasurable sensation throughout my body as he kissed my belly button.

"Aaron, please release my hand." I wanted him to put his head back between my legs the second he lifted it from my clit.

"At last, Sara Grace kneeled before me." He grinned sinisterly.

There's a glimmer of triumph in his eyes.

Despite the AC being in the lowest setting, he's perspiring profusely.

I let my intense need overpower my embarrassment at being naked in front of an unknown person.

"Sara, I won't let go of your hand until you beg me to." I closed my eyes again and didn't give him the response he wanted because I didn't want to let him enjoy his victory over me.

I was forced to open my eyes when he inserted his middle finger inside of me.

"Do you want me or not?"

I gasped when I saw his hardened dick.

I don't know how I'll handle having his long dick inside of me.

"No, I don't want you.

Let me go." I resist him again, so at least he gives up on me, despite my great need to feel him inside of me.

"In your dreams, Miss Grace." He inserted his stiff dick forcefully all at once. I felt a scissor slip across my pussy. My sobs resounded throughout the room as new tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Miss Grace, are you a fucking virgin?" In disbelief, he glanced at me.