Lola knew tonight would be different the moment she stepped into Dee’s place. The air was thick with anticipation and sandalwood, low lights flickering like they were hiding secrets. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Dee had already told her in the text:
On the bed, the setup was simple but potent—silken ties, a black velvet blindfold, noise-canceling headphones, and the feather she’d come to fear and crave.
“Clothes off. Face down,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey.
Lola undressed slowly, letting the cool air kiss her skin as she climbed onto the bed. Dee guided her with deliberate hands—firm, but never rushed. He secured her wrists and ankles to the corners. Vulnerable. Open. Helpless in the best way.
The blindfold slid over her eyes. Darkness. Then the headphones sealed over her ears. Music filled the void—low, sensual beats Disgusting by Sy Ari Da Kid on repeat. No room for words. No sense of time. Just sensation.
Dee stood back and watched. He loved her like this—silenced and waiting, every breath trembling with anticipation.
He started with the feather. A single slow stroke from her neck to the back of her knee. Then across the juicy curves of her ass, between her thighs, brushing along her labia. Lola’s hips twitched. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t hear her own gasp, but she felt everything.
Dee applied a dab of cool lube, and with gentle pressure, worked the plug in. She exhaled sharply, body adjusting, mind spinning. He didn’t give her time to settle before a soft hum sparked between her legs—the vibrator, precise against her clit. Just low enough to tease. Just strong enough to torment.
He slipped the c-ring around his thick shaft, already swollen with need. The ring hugged him tight, but it was the vibration that sent a deep pulse through him with every move. It wasn’t just for him—it was for control. He could feel every throb, every beat of restraint, as he stood above her, hard and pulsing.
He knelt between her spread thighs, brushing the vibrator over her slit again while gently pulling her cheeks apart to watch the plug shift with her breathless movements. He didn’t need words—her body told him everything. The tremble. The arch. The need.
With one hand, he guided himself to her entrance, not inside—not yet—but close enough that the vibrating c-ring kissed her lips as he grinded along her slit. The stimulation rocked both of them—him gasping through gritted teeth, her gasping into music she couldn’t understand.
He leaned over her, the heat of his chest on her back, and growled against her neck, words she couldn’t hear but felt deep in her soul:
“This body… is mine to use, to worship, to ruin tonight.”
She moaned, muffled, writhing beneath him, every nerve turned inside out.
And he hadn’t even entered her yet.
Lola was a writhing, soaked mess beneath him. The vibrator had been teasing her relentlessly, her muscles twitching around the plug still snug inside her. Her wrists strained against the ties—not to escape, but to ground herself in the storm building inside her. And Dee… he was in no rush.
His c-ring vibrated at a steady pulse, each throb making his thick shaft flex with tension veins bulging. The sensation was maddening. Delicious. Every nerve in his black dick was alive. And now, with Lola blindfolded and lost in her world of music, he was ready to push her further.
He slid the vibrator aside, lined himself up, and pressed the head of his length slowly against her entrance. She was soaked, open, and trembling. He held her hips still and pushed in inch by inch. No slamming. No urgency.
Just deep, controlled invasion.
The c-ring buzzed against her swollen lips as he sank deeper, the vibrations making both of them gasp—hers swallowed by the headphones, his breath hot and possessive against her shoulder.
She arched as he bottomed out, her body shaking, the plug shifting inside her with every motion, heightening the stretch. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as her walls clenched hard around him. First orgasm. Unstoppable. Violent. It gripped him tight, and he just held, buried to the hilt, letting her ride it out.
Slow. Intense. Dragging out every withdrawal, making her feel every ridge of his manhood as it slid out, only to fill her again with even more purpose.
The c-ring kept vibrating, sending electric pulses through them both. Every stroke was full. Deep. Designed to push her closer again.
She came a second time—legs shaking, her back arching into his grip. He didn’t stop. Didn’t speed up. Just kept working her. Controlled, calculated, relentless.
He untied one wrist, then the other, bringing her hands to her lower back so she could feel him there—gripping her wrists while he owned her body.
A third climax hit her like a wave. She moaned, soundless in her world, soaking his thighs as she came hard around him, again.
He held on. Thrust after thrust. Deep, steady strokes that lit her up like lightning with every pass.
Only when her legs gave out and her body went slack from overstimulation did he finally whisper in her ear, “One more.”
And with one final grind, her body clenched and pulsed again—shaking from a climax that left her speechless even in silence.
Lola’s body trembled beneath him, her limbs loose and glowing from the aftershocks. Dee gently pulled out of her, the vibrating ring still buzzing against his base, his shaft glistening from her release.
He looked down at her—spent, blindfolded, bound by sensation. She was perfect. Wrecked. His.
He eased the headphones off first, then the blindfold. Her lashes fluttered open slowly, eyes glazed with lust, but locked instantly on him. Wordless. Waiting.
“Come here,” he said, voice low and rough.
She moved without hesitation, crawling shakily to her knees in front of him, lips parted in a breathless invitation. He reached out and brushed her hair back, watching her look up at him like she was still floating in his gravity.
The ring was still pulsing around him—tight, coaxing every nerve closer to the edge. He slid the plug out of her gently first, making her whimper, then gripped the base of his shaft and guided it to her lips.
She opened for him, tongue already moving as she took him in slow, her mouth warm and wet. The taste of herself still fresh on his skin.
Dee hissed through his teeth. The suction. The heat. The feel of her tongue curling around the underside while the c-ring vibrated at full strength—it was almost too much. Almost.
He held her head, guiding her rhythm. Slow strokes. Deep. Letting her feel the weight of him on her tongue. Her eyes stayed on his the whole time—hungry, submissive, proud.
“Fuck… you take me feel so good,” he groaned, hips twitching.
The pressure built fast. His thighs tensed. His hand tightened in her hair. He gave her one warning thrust, then another. Then with a low growl, eyes rolling back, “fuck”, he held her still and spilled deep into her throat—hot and heavy, the kind of release that made him shudder through every limb.
Lola swallowed every drop, moaning softly around him as if it was a reward.
He eased out of her slowly, breathing hard, and cupped her jaw with both hands. Her lips were swollen, her expression dreamy, her body a glowing mess of satisfaction and submission.
He kissed her lips and whispered, “You’ belong
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