CHAPTER FOUR

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 pulled her legs apart, spreading them wide.

Another set of cuffs clicked into place, this time around her ankles, securing them to the posts at the foot of the bed.

The position forced her open, leaving her hips elevated and her sex completely exposed.

She made a sound, the air catching in her throat as she felt the cool air of the room brush against her inner thighs.

With her legs forced this wide, she felt the humiliating sensation of her pussy lips parting.

She quivered, a full-body shiver that rattled the chains holding her wrists.

Her lips parted as she felt him move closer, hovering between her spread thighs.

His fingers began to trail up her inner legs, starting at the knees and moving slowly, agonizingly upward.

He avoided the place she needed him most, instead tracing the sticky wetness that coated her skin, dragging his fingertips through the mess she had made, smearing her own arousal over her sensitive flesh.

"Tsk, tsk," He clicked his tongue, the sound condescending and loud in the quiet room. "Such a mess. And I haven’t even started yet."

His fingers continued their maddening path, dancing just inches from her dripping core.

She bucked her hips, trying to make contact, but he pulled away, denying her.

"Such a needy pussy. The poor thing has been starved for too long. Yes?"

She nodded frantically against the pillow, unable to form words, the pressure in her belly building to an almost painful ache.

"Use your words," He commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

"Yes," she whispered, the sound barely audible.

He chuckled, a dark, amused sound.

Suddenly, something soft and light brushed against her stomach—a feather?

It was a ghost of a touch, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her nervous system. He dragged the feather up her ribcage, circling her breasts but never touching the nipples, teasing the sensitive areola with the tormenting tip.

"And who starved this pretty pussy?" He taunted, the feather moving down to dip into her navel before drifting lower again.

Seraphina squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold, shame mixing with the lust coursing through her veins.

"My husband," She breathed out.

"Such a Shame" He mocked, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

The feather abandoned her stomach and moved to her thighs. He ran it along the crease where her leg met her hip, tickling the delicate skin there, making her muscles twitch involuntarily. "Is he aware you're here? Dripping and begging for another man's cock?"

Her face flushed hot.

"N-No sir" She answered, dismissing the guilt that crept into her heart.

She heard him make a sound.

A laugh?

She couldn't tell.

"When last have you had an orgasm?"

The feather danced lower, tickling the hypersensitive skin of her stomach before flicking lightly over her clit.

She whimpered, everything was too much and yet not enough.

"I can't remember the last time I cummed while being fucked," She finally admitted, her voice cracking. "Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married."

Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop.

Perhaps he was shocked.

Maybe.

The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating.

Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs.

"I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness.

He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

She flushed hotly, the degradation sending a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of her.

"Too bad you won't be getting any cock tonight," She could hear the seriousness in his tone. Meaning he meant it.

"But I begged like you wanted... Ahh!"

Her plea was cut short by a sudden, intense vibration.

A cry left her lips as he pressed a vibrator directly against her swollen, neglected pussy.

It was powerful, unrelenting, and he held it there with precision, right against her clit.

The sensation was electric, shooting up her spine and curling her toes.

She bucked her hips, trying to ride the sensation, but he followed her movements, keeping the pressure constant and torturous.

He didn't let up. He varied the rhythm, circling the toy around her entrance, teasing the opening with the vibrating head in a way that made her moan out loud before he dragged it back up to her clit.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her entire body pulling tight against the restraints.

The pleasure coiled in her belly, tighter and tighter, a white-hot knot demanding release.

She was so close, hovering right on the edge, her cunt so sensitive from all the teasing and tortures that she was about to explode right there but just as the crest threatened to break, just as she opened her mouth to scream her release, he pulled the vibrator away.

The sudden absence of stimulation was like physical blow to her face.

Her pussy clenched around nothing, weeping and abandoned.

She whimpered, a long, broken sound of denial, her hips thrusting into the empty air uselessly, holding back a scream of frustration.

The denial left her aching, the blood pounding in her ears with unfulfilled need.