Dirty Affairs

CHAPTER 10 She Moaned In Pleasure And Pain

"Nice pants you've got." He said as he walked towards the cupboard. He got there, took a black hood and wore it which covered every part of his face before walking back to her.

At this very moment, Cynthia was now convinced about how she would be punished. She knew so well what her fate would become. Furthermore, she just couldn't wait as she never failed to observe.

He got to the bed and stood beside her. Slowly taking the bottle. He got hold of it as he shook it thoroughly for the second time before he finally turned it open. Cynthia watched him as he poured the liquid substance from the bottle onto the whip. That was the moment Cynthia knew what was inside the little bottle. It looked like oil.

Once he was done pouring the oil, she swallowed her saliva as she saw him rubbing the oil all over the whip. He proceeded, making sure the oil goes every side and corner of the whip.

"You satisfied one of my customers behind my back. True or false." he asked, placing the tip of the whip on her visible cunt through her transparent lacy pants and gradually moving it downwards as she felt her pussy become wet from his touch. It created a very different feeling for Cynthia. She felt pleasure but was confused if that was really the kind of pleasure she thought it was.

In a loud, angry, and intimidating tone, he raged.

"Answer me! You whore!!!" he commanded as he took the electric wand that was already connected with electricity and placed it on her cunt.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" She cried in pain due to the shock she got from it as he then used the tip of the whip to place on her cunt for the second time. "aaaaaah." she moaned in pleasurable pain.

"You haven't answered my question. I wouldn't want to repeat myself twice." he said as he took the electric wand for the second time but the moment he was about to place it on her cunt, she shivered.

"please… please " she pleaded and Ace waited but because no word came from her again after pleading, he decided to continue.

"I see you have no answers to my question."

Shortly, he placed the electric wand on her as she cried out loud that the sound of her cry was enough to destroy one's eardrum.

She sobbed seriously.

"I see you have no answers to my question and I also believe you also don't have answers to my coming questions." he said as he took the bondage tape and wrapped it around her mouth. He wrapped it so tight that he was sure she wouldn't be able to scream again to anyone's hearing.

"your pants are still on. No wonder you felt no pain when I placed these wands on you," he said as he walked towards the table that was located at the middle of the dungeon and took the scissors that were placed on it.

He got to her and slashed her G-string pants into pieces which made her wet pussy so visible that he could indeed see the fleshy and red part of her clitoris.

"good. Here it goes…" he said as he took his face closer to her clitoris to have a look. He saw her juice pouring out and he needed to know the taste of that juice at that very moment. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He placed his tongue on her wet clitoris as he slid his tongue up and down it.

She tried to moan but didn't get the opportunity to do so. She stretched her arms and tried to grab the bedsheet to at least ease the rate of pleasure coming from his tongue but the cuffs kept depriving her of that.

The rate of pleasure was getting much as he increased the pace of his tongue which got her shivering and humming.

"mmmmm! mmmmm!" She continued to hum and shiver but her actions never stopped him from sucking her real good.

The highest torturing and worst punishment a lady could get is taking pleasure without getting the opportunity to give pleasure.

At this point, Cynthia was high in adrenalin. The urge of holding him passionately and kissing him roughly intensified.

He watched her and was convinced she was starting to enjoy it as he smiled. Shortly, he paused as he could hear the sound of her breathing heavily and how her body became weak and wet due to how hot the room was. He decided not to turn on the air conditioner because he felt punishment was not meant to be enjoyed. He was ready to torture her sexually and emotionally.

"hmmmmm! Hmmmm Hmmmm!" she panted weakly.

She watched him as he took a few steps backward, towards the wardrobe as he gracefully removed his blue tie. He also pulled his royal blue colored suit jacket, followed by his suit trousers. Leaving just his pants and long-sleeve white shirt.

He briefly gazed at her with an emotionless look as he proceeded by taking off the buttons of his shirt. She watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt, starting from the top which showed his hairy and attractive chest with his smooth skin and cute little nipples.

He threw his shirt on the table and Cynthia could now see his 6 packs. It was so alluring that Cynthia felt like crying since he already deprived her of the right of touching and kissing such an amazing body.

She felt some painful tears drop off her eyes, trying to control her emotions as she never stopped to admire such a handsome beast in front of her.

"Here we go." he said, gazing seriously at her and walking to meet her. Cynthia saw his bulge. She saw how big his cock had become as she felt like saying something naughty but because of the tape that was wrapped all over her mouth, she couldn't speak. But instead, she humed.

"mmmmmm."

Surprisingly, he got closer to her, taking the blind folds as he blind folded her. She struggled, trying to stop him but couldn't and at last, he overpowered her.

He made her hands, legs and mouth powerless and now her eyes? What kind of beast is he?

Cynthia continued to struggle, shivering the moment she felt something being placed on her widely opened wet pussy and she could tell from the feeling she got from it that it was the whip.

He placed the whip on her and moved it gently on her cunt for sometime as he gently poured the oil on her cunt. He saw how the oil slid gently into her pussy as he felt his Adam's apple pop up and down.