Novel & Cerita Sexyy Red Sexy Tape

Cheyanne My brain short-circuited. I stared at the plush velvety interior, my mouth agape. Lying on the silk was a collection of high end sex toys. Silicon wands in different sizes, things with literal remotes, a pair of fur-lined pink handcuffs that looked fluffy for a man as rigid as Ronan, along with several others whose purposes I had no intention of figuring out. In the corner was a small pastel pink note. To keep the spark alive

The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity. 'Oh fuck... Damian!' Scarlett gasped, her hips bucking against the restraint. The toy buzzed relentlessly, circling her swollen nub, sending sparks up her spine. Her petite body arched, small breasts jiggling with each tremor. She felt so vulnerable, tied and on display, the office walls seeming to close in with the scent of their arousal—musk and cum thick in the air.

•• Victoria’s POV ••• Packing House On our second wedding anniversary, I received a gift from my mate— a sex tape of him and his lover. He had her pinned against his office’s cherrywood desk, slamming into her from behind. Every moan, every thrust, every whisper coiled around my throat like a vine, choking me. I pressed a hand over my mouth, disbelief flooding me. Tears carved down my cheeks like knives.

“Did you really think I’d like that?” “Yes.” “Did you think I’d let you touch me right here in public?” “Yes.” He sighed, pressing his lips together in what might have been frustration or calculation. “Because that has been going on since you heard the sex tape.” He nodded toward my chest, and my gaze followed his with mounting horror. The red dress’s deep sweetheart neckline had required going braless – not exactly a hardship given my modest proportions. But the silky fabric now clearly outlined the hardened peaks of my breasts, broadcasting my body’s traitorous response to the entire situation.

"Hands behind your back. I'll tape your wrists. Not tight – you can break out if you pull hard. But it'll hold if you want it to. Okay?" My pussy clenches. "Okay." "Color system. Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. What's your color?" "Green. So fucking green." He guides my hands behind my back – gentle, his rough fingers positioning my wrists together. He wraps the tape – not tight, just snug, the adhesive cool against my skin. He checks the tension immediately. "Pull for me. Make sure you can break it if you need to." I pull. The tape stretches but holds. I could rip free with effort. But I don't want to.

he grinned. "But don't worry, I am here to remind you of everything, so dear Bella I still recall how delightful you looked in that silk black lingerie set. The little teddy on your thong still gives me a boner. You don't know how many times I still eject myself imaging you. But now I wonder, why should I enjoy your curvy body alone, hmm! I should do what I threatened you six year ago, better late than never right, let's make you a famous celebrity by leaking your sex tape, Bella Ferrari. I still have it."

He didn't seem enthusiastic, didn't seem willing, but his body, his cock, betrayed him. Celeste’s head bobbed out of time with the slow pulsing music, the sleek, straight waves of her long hair snapping back and forth with an almost fierce determination as the senator paced slowly around the couch. With deliberate movements and an air of nonchalance, he reached inside his own pants, drawing out his cock and methodically sliding a rubber over its length, every motion steeped in an unsettling mixture of confidence and cruelty.

I unclipped her bra, exposing her already hard nipples and biting my lips. She looked very edible. “How about we try some of the sex tools we ordered?” She nodded in agreements and I moved to the packages. I brought out the butt plug, the breast pinchers, the two sided dildo and the mouth tape. She was shocked when everything aligned on the table and I saw fear in her face. “Hey, do not be scared. All of these are for pleasure. You will love them and if there is anything you are not comfortable with, I will stop, immediately.”

Joemar’s comment from the helicopter pad came back to me: If you do, be sure to record it. I’d certainly never done that before. A sex tape. Just thinking about it filled me with a complex swirl of emotions. But chief among them was excitement. The intoxicating idea of doing something naughty. There was also a healthy amount of anxiety. I was afraid I would look bad on video. At the very least, it might be unflattering. Nobody ever looked as sexy as they felt. Heck, I already scrutinized every photo I posted on social media. It would be a thousand times worse with a sex video, even if the audience was just one man.

"I just want to be with you tonight . . . for a start." Red returned that smile, then stepped back. She peeled off her clothes, one tight-red-leather piece at a time until she was standing before Jane in nothing but a red silk g-string. The dull tungsten bulb overhead reflected off the shiny fabric and hypnotized Jane. Red was even more beautiful than she had been at the showers because she was now right in front of Jane. Red shrugged off the panties, revealing a mostly clean-shaven mound with a small strip of red-hair pointing towards that veritable sexual paradise. Jane took a deep breath and gulped it down.