The dungeon smelled like her—leather, metal, faint perfume coating the walls. My cock jumped the second the door closed behind us, chains rattling from the ceiling like they’d been waiting just for me.
She led me beneath them. Before I could breathe, my back met the cold wall. She lifted my arms, fastening the restraints wide, loose enough to tease, tight enough to trap.
Exposed and all hers.
She placed something small into my palm. “If it drops, we stop,” she said simply.
I nodded in obedience. My fingers closed around it. I’d die before letting it fall.
Her eyes moved down my body, deliberate, and she purred, “Did you like it when I gagged you before?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Mmm.” She circled me, a predator assessing prey. My chest heaved. Arousal pooled deep within my stomach.
I wanted to show off—prove I was strong even when broken—so I pulled myself up on the chains, doing two gradual pull-ups. Her brow arched.
“I didn't give you permission to move, Cezar. Let’s begin.”
She shoved the gag into my mouth—a thick, dildo. My jaw stretched painfully wide, the weight forcing my tongue down, choking me until my eyes watered. Saliva gathered at the cornersof my lips. My body strained against the cuffs, fighting instinct, wanting to obey.
“Good boy,” she whispered. Then her hand came down hard.
A slap across my cock that sent a shockwave through my spine.
“Mmmf—!” The gag swallowed my cry.
Before I could recover, her knee shot upward and slammed into me, vicious and precise. The shock ripped the breath from my body. My balls took the full force, and my vision turned white.
I clutched the object she’d given me earlier for dear life.Don’t let it fall. Don’t fucking let it fall.
Agony and pleasure collided until they became indistinguishable. My legs gave out, buckling under me. The chains jerked me down, arms at their limit, with my chest forced open as I sagged.
I hung there choking, eyes wet, every breath shuddering against the gag, spit sliding down my chin. My cock throbbed, hard and needy for her. She had me undone, barely standing, and still I wanted more.
I always want more.
The pain fogged into something else—flooding my every nerve, until my cock pulsed helplessly. No hand or the warmth of her mouth, no mercy. Just the gag choking me, my balls screaming, and my body strung up like a sacrifice.
And then I came.
Release shot through me with brutal force, hot cum marking my skin without her even touching me. My body went rigid—back arching, eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm claimed me. I couldn’t say her name, couldn’t even choke it out, but every part of my body screamed it for me.
I gasped around the gag. She just stood there, watching the wreckage as she smiled.
My Petal.
Her hand skimmed down her torso, disappearing beneath the waistband of her shorts. She watched me as she touched herself, taking her time, making sure I saw exactly how much she enjoyed my suffering.
“Look at you,” she murmured, drunk on the sight of me. “Look what I can do to you.”
I strained forward, the cuffs biting into my wrists, wanting to touch her, wanting to give her more even though I could barely stay upright. She didn’t move closer.
Her breathing sped up, muscles tensing as she circled herself, every sound making me go feral. She came while I was still chained, still dripping, still reeling from what she had done to me.
Only when she finished did she release me.
The cuffs unlocked, and I collapsed into her hands. She supported me up the stairs like I was worth saving, after all. Her touch was careful now. I stayed close, content to let her guide me wherever she wanted.
