She heard footsteps approaching and began to chant in her mind, desperate pleas for Victor to return and claim her again, to kiss her, touch her, untie her, and bring her out to the party where she could shine as his perfect hostess. The door opened slowly and closed again with a soft click, but she kept her face pressed into the sheets, savoring the anticipation a moment longer. Then cold dread washed over her as an unfamiliar voice spoke. “Talk about entertainment.” She whipped her head around, straining against the wrist bindings to glimpse a somewhat familiar face staring down at her, swirling a glass of whisky. Her neck ached from the awkward angle as she tried to hold his gaze.

He walked slowly to the side of the bed, eyes raking over the toys scattered across the mattress. He smirked, clearly recognizing the setup from past gatherings, and licked his lips before setting his glass down. Panic spiked through Elena; she shook her head violently, a loud, garbled noise escaping around the open-mouth gag. His brows furrowed, and he turned back toward the door. She nearly sagged with relief until the door opened and closed once more, and he returned holding a piece of paper. He held it out for her to read: “Entertainment—bring this in unless you want company.” Her stomach dropped. She was the entertainment? Victor had mentioned a more casual night for important guests, but she had always organized more structured elements. The man placed the paper neatly beside his scotch, muttering that he would leave it there so no one missed the fun, though he wanted this first time alone. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around nothing, and she knew shouting would only produce incoherent sounds drowned out by the live music she had arranged. Her eyes stung as he examined the toys, then loosened his belt and unzipped his pants. “Let’s get started,” he said, moving behind her.

Her mind raced—Was this for Victor? Was he filming it, getting off later on her service? Or did he not care? No, of course he cared; she was his, and she had promised anything. She just hadn’t realized what that might entail. Rough hands grabbed her ass, and a resentful moan slipped free as he gave a swift pull, sliding all the anal beads from her clenched rim in one long, stretching pull that sent pressure rippling through her. The beads clattered against her head before rolling onto the bed beside her face. A rustle followed—the sound of a condom packet—and then his presence loomed closer, heat pressing against her exposed skin as cool air kissed her dripping folds.

She felt her neck stretch as the man pulled her hair and her head tilted back. She wanted this for Victor. Her mouth was suddenly dry and it didn’t hurt as he pushed himself into her asshole already primed by the beads. His pounding was rough and aggressive, his grunts and groans fast—the stretch was not right but this was her role to please Victor and tonight apparently this was it and she throbbed. She moaned as he slammed into her. Groans escaped her and it seemed to drive him on. She expected him to come, he was shuddering, and suddenly he pulled out of her. “A better idea,” he said and used her hair to pull her to her feet, legs still spread as she was strapped to the spreader. She was as tall as him in her heels and he used his free hand to come around to her front and pinch her nipple and squeeze roughly, then he gave a brutal twist. She cried out and drooled humiliatingly and she felt a rush of want. “Oh yes, she loves it, look at that drool,” he cooed in her ear. Then using her hair he started to push her down, his knee pushed the back of hers making her buckle and he kept pushing until she was in an uncomfortable squat at the bottom of the bed on the floor facing the bed, his hand still gripping her hair, her legs strapped to the spreader at the base of the bed. The man swung around, his pants were not even down, he’d just opened them up like she was a quick convenience. He sat on the bed and she was faced with his hard cock. He still had her hair, it was keeping her balanced and he knew that with her body so close to the bed and him on the bed. Her legs were spread so wide with the spreader and her in a squat she felt her pussy spread and her ass a little too. The man used his spare hand not holding her hair to push two fingers deep down her throat and roughly until she gagged and she instinctively licked them. She tried to look up yet but she felt her head pulled as he grabbed her hair. “I didn’t expect such a treat, we all see you whoring yourself at him and he’s finally decided to share,” he said and she glanced down at motion, he was taking his condom off. He leaned down pushing his body into her face and she felt him stuff some of it in her ass. She flushed from the embarrassment at being a bin for his used condom but it made her hot and her pussy pulsed. It hung out of her dangling and he sat back and with both hands pushed her face to him and his cock went into her mouth. He started to use her head pumping his cock, relentlessly, rough and fast he moaned, the wet sounds of her throat taking him filling the room as her drool coated his shaft and her exposed folds clenched with helpless heat. Her mind clung to Victor’s name like a lifeline, each brutal thrust of the man’s hips a twisted offering she endured for her lover’s pleasure, the ache in her jaw and the stretch in her throat blending into a dark pulse of submission that left her slick and trembling.

She watched him pick his drink up and disappear behind her and then heard the door open and close. He had left and she needed more from someone, anyone who would use her the way Victor intended, filling the hollow ache that pulsed between her spread thighs. The used condom still dangled from her stretched rim, a humiliating weight that made her clench involuntarily, her exposed pussy lips parting further in the low squat as fresh slick trickled down her inner thigh. Her jaw ached around the gag, drool still flowing in thin strings to the floor, but the memory of the stranger's cum sliding hot down her throat kept her nipples tight and aching, every shallow breath brushing them against the cool air.

Footsteps approached again, heavier this time, and the door clicked shut with deliberate finality. She didn't turn, couldn't with her neck strained and wrists bound, but she felt the new presence circle her bound form, the heat of his gaze raking over her flushed skin, the anal beads scattered beside her, the ginger root still waiting its turn. A low chuckle rumbled above her. "Look at this pretty mess," he murmured, his voice unfamiliar but laced with the same authority that always made her melt for Victor. Rough fingers traced the curve of her ass, then tugged the condom free, letting it drop as he pressed two thick digits into her loosened hole without warning, scissoring deep to test her readiness. She moaned brokenly around the gag, pushing back as much as the spreader bar allowed, her cunt clenching on nothing while his other hand reached beneath to pinch her swollen clit, rolling it with firm, possessive strokes that sent sparks racing up her spine.

The man withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock, thrusting in slowly at first before snapping his hips forward in a rhythm that rocked her entire body, the spreader forcing her open for every inch. She pictured Victor watching, his sharp eyes dark with approval, and the thought made her walls flutter around the stranger's length, pleasure coiling tighter with each brutal snap. His hand fisted in her hair again, yanking her head back as he leaned over her, grunting low against her ear while his free hand delivered sharp slaps to her ass cheeks, the sting blooming into heat that mixed with the relentless pounding. She came with a muffled cry, thighs trembling, pussy gushing around empty air as he followed seconds later, flooding her ass with hot pulses before pulling out and leaving her swaying, dripping, desperate for the next touch that would prove her devotion.

She stood obediently, desperate for the next to join her in her pleasure. Her neck and breasts were damp from drool as her mouth still gaped open with the gag. She felt cum seeping from her ass and her clit still throbbed with pleasure. She had just regained her breath, her nipples hard with the cool air teasing her. Her ankles remained spread by the bar, her pussy lips slightly parted too. While she waited for her next dose of pleasure she noticed the condom on the floor that had been dangling out of her earlier. The memory made her pussy clench; it was a sexy idea and she would be asking for treatment like this again. Her eyes wandered to the toys on the bed and as she gazed at them, need pulsing through her, she reached back with her hands still bound behind her, trying to reach her asshole to play with herself. The tip of her middle finger brushed her rim and she tried to lean backward and keep her balance, thinking about how undignified she looked, her toes curling at the thought of retelling this to Victor for his enjoyment.

Abruptly she shot up as she heard the door open again. Light footsteps approached and an equally light hand touched her back. It didn’t take much more prompting than that for Elena to bend forward, her body lowering to the bed. She turned her head to breathe easier as her ass was now in the air. She tried to lean backward into the pressure that leaned against her ass; the body behind her pressed close and a slender woman’s hand crossed her eyelids as it reached for something. Anticipation coiled in her as the slender hand pulled back a tasseled flogger. The woman’s fingers traced the cum-slick curve of Elena’s ass before delivering the first stinging strike, the leather strands snapping across her skin with a sharp crack that made her moan around the gag. Another blow followed, then another, heat blooming across her cheeks while the woman’s free hand slipped between her spread thighs to stroke her throbbing clit in firm circles. Elena’s walls fluttered and clenched, slick dripping down her inner thighs as the flogger’s rhythm built, each lash sending sparks straight to her core.

The woman pressed closer, her own clothed body warm against Elena’s bound form, and leaned in to murmur how beautifully she took it, how Victor would love hearing every detail. She set the flogger aside only to replace it with the ginger root, pressing the peeled tip against Elena’s sensitive rim before working it slowly inside. The burn bloomed sharp and sweet, mixing with the lingering stretch from the previous men until Elena was rocking back helplessly, her pussy pulsing with fresh arousal. The woman’s fingers returned to her clit, rubbing faster as the root settled deep, and Elena came again with a broken, muffled cry, thighs shaking, the pleasure crashing through her in waves that left her swaying and even more desperate for whatever came next.

She felt her hands loosen and were free, she stretched them out and then felt the gag come loose. The presence that was behind her shifted and a slender woman in a black silk dress crawled onto the bed. Elena bit her lip watching and propping herself onto her elbows. Her legs were still spread ankles strapped to the spreader. The woman pulled her dress to her hips and started to pull her lace panties off. Elena clenched her pussy and ass and a shudder of pleasure washed over her. The woman looked confident as she spread her legs and shuffled down putting her pink pussy right under Elena’s face. Elena started with kisses up the thighs and then she licked her pussy. Her hand squeezed and caressed her thighs as she sucked, nipped and teased the swollen clit. Hands clenched her hair pushing her face in harder as she worked the woman, her tongue penetrating her at times tasting her until she used her fingers too and she went back to using her mouth to make the woman under her cry out as she played with her clit. The woman’s legs wrapped around Elena so she could buck up at Elena’s mouth and her heels dug into Elena’s back but she didn’t care, her own pussy slick and pulsing. The ginger root burned deeper with every shift of her hips, the heat radiating through her core while she lapped eagerly at the woman’s folds, savoring the slick sweetness coating her tongue and the way those thighs trembled around her shoulders. Each flick and suck drew fresh moans from above, the woman’s fingers tightening in her auburn hair to grind her closer, hips rolling in desperate rhythm as Elena’s own arousal dripped steadily down her spread thighs, the empty ache inside her building anew with every thrust of her fingers into that clenching heat. The room filled with the wet sounds of her mouth working, the woman’s gasps sharpening until her body arched and she came hard against Elena’s tongue, flooding her with fresh wetness that Elena drank down greedily, the shared pleasure leaving her trembling and even more open for whatever Victor had planned next.

Elena was still lapping greedily at the woman’s slick folds when the door clicked open and shut with a decisive snap. “Now now, party’s almost over and we need our turn,” a rich voice drawled from behind her. The woman above her sat up slowly, stroking Elena’s auburn hair with a trembling hand as she whispered “of course,” still breathy from her climax. She climbed off the bed, tugging her black silk dress down over her hips, and Elena’s gaze drifted to the lace panties left crumpled on the sheets before flicking to the woman’s departing form—the fabric clinging damply to the curve of her ass, outlining every detail. The woman slipped out without another word, leaving Elena exposed and aching on the bed.

A wave of relief flooded her legs as the spreader bar’s tension eased at her ankles. “On your back,” the man commanded, and Elena rolled obediently onto the king bed, legs dangling off the edge. She recognized the familiar couple from one of Victor’s past gatherings; the woman stepped forward with a knowing smile. “It’s Helena,” she said, giggling as her partner unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but stockings and heels. He smacked her ass lightly, drawing another laugh, and Helena crawled over Elena’s body, letting her bare pussy brush teasingly along Elena’s skin before straddling her face in reverse. Elena reached up instinctively, hands now free, to cup Helena’s ass as she leaned in to lick lightly at her pink folds. Helena shivered above her, hovering just close enough for Elena’s tongue to work its way into her entrance and then flick up over her swollen clit.

Helena ground down harder, giving Elena moments to breathe between the rolling thrusts of her hips. Elena’s own thighs were lifted high by the man’s strong hands, spreading her wide as he slid the ginger root free from her ass—it landed warm on her belly—then pressed the thick head of his cock deep into her pussy in one smooth thrust. She moaned into Helena’s cunt as he began to fuck her steadily, still holding her legs aloft, while Helena’s fingers reached down to rub firm circles over Elena’s throbbing clit. The dual sensations built fast, the wet sounds of Elena’s mouth on Helena mingling with the slap of the man’s hips against her, her walls clenching around his cock with every stroke as fresh arousal dripped from her spread folds.

As the thick cock pounded deeper into her stretched pussy, Elena heard the commanding voice growl for her to push the ginger root into Helena’s ass. Helena obeyed with a whimper, working the peeled root slowly inside her own rim until it settled deep, making her moan and grind harder against Elena’s face. Elena’s nipples were pinched sharply next, then her swollen clit rolled between firm fingers, sending sparks racing through her as Helena’s hips rolled in time with the relentless thrusts filling her cunt. The burn from the root in Helena’s ass only made her ride Elena’s tongue more desperately, slick coating Elena’s chin while her own walls fluttered and clenched around the man’s cock, the dual rhythm building her climax higher and higher until her legs began to quiver.

“You will wait,” the man growled, slamming harder and faster into her, his pace turning brutal as Helena shuddered above her, both women forced to hold back. Elena moaned brokenly into Helena’s folds, the command twisting her need into something sharper, her empty ass clenching around nothing while the ginger’s heat bloomed inside Helena and made her grind down with frantic desperation. Their bodies moved as one, the wet slap of skin and the slick sounds of mouths and fingers filling the room until the man’s voice snapped out, “Cum for me.”

They shattered together, Elena’s pussy pulsing and gushing around his cock as Helena flooded her tongue, thighs shaking while the man thrust deep and spilled inside her. Elena licked Helena clean through the aftershocks, savoring every tremor, until he pulled free and Helena giggled, “Put it in her.” Fingers pressed the used condom back into Elena’s ass, leaving it dangling obscenely as Helena crawled off, dragging her wet pussy across Elena’s body before tapping her swollen folds once more. The man arranged Elena’s bent legs wide on the bed, displaying her dripping cunt and the condom, then instructed Helena to leave the ginger inside herself as they dressed and departed. Elena lay there alone, body humming with spent pleasure, waiting only minutes before the door opened again and Victor’s familiar presence filled the room. He caressed her legs, slowly drew the condom free, and pressed a soft kiss to her pussy. “Such a good hostess,” he murmured darkly, then gathered her into his arms, her legs and arms wrapping around him as he carried her to the bathroom, her face nuzzling his neck while he held her tight.

He carried her straight into the en suite, the cool tile pressing against her bare feet as he set her down beneath the wide rainfall showerhead. Steam began to rise almost immediately when he twisted the handle, water cascading over her flushed skin in warm sheets that washed away the mingled evidence of the evening. “On your knees,” Victor ordered, voice low and commanding, his eyes never leaving her as he stepped back just out of reach. Elena sank down obediently, thighs parting wide under the spray, her hands sliding between her legs to find her swollen clit already throbbing from hours of denial and use. She circled it with two fingers, slow at first, then firmer, hips rocking forward as the water sluiced over her breasts and down her belly, every droplet heightening the ache building tight inside her.

Victor leaned against the marble wall, arms folded, watching with that sharp, hungry gaze that made her slicker than the shower could ever explain. “Edge yourself,” he said, no touch, only the weight of his attention pinning her in place. Elena obeyed, slipping two fingers into her aching pussy while her thumb worked her clit in relentless circles, breath hitching into soft moans that echoed off the glass. She rode the edge hard, walls fluttering, thighs trembling as she pulled back just before the crest, then started again, the ginger’s lingering burn long faded but the stretch from earlier guests still making every thrust deeper, wetter. Her nipples tightened under the spray, auburn hair plastered to her shoulders, and she kept her eyes locked on his, desperate to please, each denied orgasm tightening the coil of need until her whole body shook with the effort of holding back.

“Again,” he murmured, and she gasped, pushing harder, three fingers now pumping into her cunt as water streamed over her knuckles, the wet sounds obscene and constant. Pleasure coiled hotter, closer, her free hand bracing against the floor while she fought the urge to come, tears of frustration and devotion mixing with the spray. Victor’s cock strained visibly against his trousers, yet he remained untouched, savoring her struggle, her absolute surrender. Elena’s orgasm hovered, a razor’s edge she balanced on with ragged breaths, her pussy clenching greedily around nothing as she whimpered his name, waiting for the next command that would decide whether she was allowed to fall or forced to climb higher still.

Elena’s orgasm hovered, a razor’s edge she balanced on with ragged breaths, her pussy clenching greedily around nothing as she whimpered his name, waiting for the next command that would decide whether she was allowed to fall or forced to climb higher still. “Harder,” Victor ordered, his voice cutting through the steam like a blade. “Edge yourself harder and beg for it, Elena. Eyes on me the whole time.” She locked her gaze onto his, fingers plunging deeper into her slick heat as her thumb ground against her swollen clit, hips jerking forward under the cascading water. “Please, Victor,” she gasped, voice breaking with need, “please let me come, I need it so badly, I’ve been good for you all night.” Her walls fluttered tight around her fingers, the ache building to a fever pitch that made her thighs shake, but she pulled back at the last second just as he commanded, tears mixing with the spray as the denied release left her trembling and dripping.

He let her repeat the torment twice more, each cycle driving her closer to the brink while she begged aloud, voice hoarse and desperate, never breaking eye contact. Her nipples ached under the warm water, her pussy swollen and pulsing with every slick thrust of her own fingers, the memory of the evening’s use making every sensation sharper. On the third desperate plea, something in his expression cracked. Victor pushed off the wall and stepped into the shower fully clothed, water soaking his suit instantly as he stripped it away with impatient hands. He hauled her up against the tile, his cock hard and heavy against her thigh as he kissed her hard, finally granting her the release she craved with a deep thrust that filled her completely.

Victor’s hand found her throat, fingers wrapping firm and possessive around the delicate column as he pinned her harder to the tile. “Come on my cock,” he growled against her lips, hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm that drove her up onto her toes. “Now. Do it without permission, Elena. Again and again until I say stop.” Her body obeyed instantly, the command slicing through every last shred of control. Her pussy clamped down hard around his thick length, pulsing and flooding as the first orgasm ripped through her, slick gushing down her thighs to mix with the cascading water. She cried out, voice hoarse, but he didn’t let her catch her breath—his grip tightened just enough to make her head spin while he kept pounding deep, the head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust.

“Again,” he ordered, voice low and merciless, his free hand sliding down to slap her swollen clit in sharp, stinging strikes that sent fresh sparks racing up her spine. Elena shattered once more, walls fluttering wildly around him as pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves, her nipples scraping against his soaked shirt with every jolt of her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the spray, but the overwhelming sensation only made her grind back harder, desperate to give him everything. He fucked her through it without mercy, hips driving up into her slick heat, the wet slap of skin echoing off the marble while her cunt milked him greedily. “That’s it, come for me again,” he rasped, thumb pressing against her pulse point as another climax tore free, her thighs shaking violently, arousal dripping in steady streams around his pistoning cock.

She lost count after the third, each forced orgasm leaving her sobbing and trembling in his arms, her body strung tight and oversensitive yet still craving more. Victor’s grip on her throat never eased, his eyes locked on hers with that dark, approving hunger that made her feel utterly owned, utterly his. “One more,” he demanded, slamming in deep and holding there as he ground against her clit, and she came again with a broken moan, pussy spasming so hard it pulled a guttural groan from his chest. Only then did he ease his hold, kissing her forehead softly even as his cock twitched inside her, the heat of his own release finally spilling deep. He held her close under the water, murmuring praise against her damp hair while her body continued to pulse around him, every nerve alive with the sweet ache of total surrender.

Elena buried her face against his chest, the steady beat of his heart grounding her amid the warm cascade of water still sluicing over their joined bodies. “I’m terrified,” she whispered, voice raw and trembling, “that one day your love will fade, that all this devotion will stop meaning anything to you.” Victor’s reaction was immediate and visceral—his arms tightened around her with sudden force, a low sound of protest rumbling from his throat as his hands began to move, slow and deliberate, stroking down her spine and cupping the back of her head with exquisite tenderness. He eased them both under the full spray, fingers working shampoo through her auburn hair in gentle circles, massaging her scalp until her eyes fluttered shut, then rinsing every trace of the evening away with careful palms that lingered on her shoulders, her breasts, the curve of her hips, soothing each mark and ache as if mapping her anew.

He murmured endless reassurances against her wet skin, “Never, Elena—my love for you only grows deeper with every breath you take in my arms,” his touch never faltering as he washed between her thighs with feather-light strokes, pressing soft kisses to her temple and collarbone whenever a shiver overtook her. When her legs threatened to buckle from exhaustion and emotion, he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her in thick towels that he patted dry with meticulous care before carrying her naked form from the bathroom. In their bed he laid her down amid cool sheets, settling beside her to trace every inch of her body with loving hands—kneading her calves, kissing the faint welts on her ass, sliding two fingers inside her only to hold still and whisper how perfectly she belonged to him, how her submission was the greatest gift he would cherish forever. Elena melted into the caresses, her fears dissolving under the weight of his steady presence, each gentle press of his lips and murmured vow stitching her heart back together until sleep claimed her in the safety of his embrace.

Elena drifted into sleep cradled against Victor’s chest, his strong arm draped over her waist and his palm cupping her tender, swollen pussy with the same possessive tenderness he had shown all evening. The steady warmth of his hand between her thighs anchored her, every slow breath she took pressing her slick folds gently against his fingers. Hours later she stirred, body still heavy with exhaustion, and found him already awake beside her. Victor’s lips brushed her temple as his fingers moved in the lightest circles over her clit, not seeking to arouse but to soothe, his voice a low murmur promising she was his everything, that her devotion only deepened the love he felt for her.

When sleep pulled her under again, the pattern repeated each time she surfaced: Victor’s mouth on her shoulder or the curve of her breast, soft kisses trailing over bruises and welts, his whispered words of forever and belonging threading through the dark. His hand returned to cup her pussy, holding her with quiet ownership while he told her how perfect she had been, how proud he was, how nothing would ever change the way he cherished every part of her submission. Elena sighed into the touches, tears slipping free not from pain but from the overwhelming safety of being seen and held so completely, her body relaxing deeper into the sheets with each promise.

By the time dawn filtered through the curtains she had lost count of the awakenings, yet every one left her more certain, more cherished, Victor’s steady presence and gentle caresses stitching her heart tighter than any rope ever could.

Elena whimpered and rocked her hips against his possessive hand, silently pleading for him to edge her again before the morning fully arrived. Victor’s fingers pressed firmer between her slick folds without moving, holding her there in that exquisite tension as the first golden light crept across the sheets. He shifted lower instead, spreading her thighs with gentle insistence and lowering his mouth to her swollen pussy, tongue stroking slow and deliberate over her clit until she arched and gasped, the heat of his breath mingling with the lingering ache from the night. He took her only with his mouth, lips sealing around her sensitive bud, sucking and flicking until her thighs trembled and her hands clutched at the sheets, building her close only to ease back each time she neared the edge. When he finally came up to hold her again she wrapped herself around him, arms and legs clinging tight, her face buried against the warm skin of his throat where his pulse beat steady and strong.

“I will always want to please you, I love our life, but” she hesitated and then in the warm embrace of his arms carried on “never again without you.” The words spilled out raw and trembling, her body still quivering from the denied peaks, every inch of her pressed to his solid warmth as if she could fuse herself there. She waited for his response, breath caught in her chest, the faint throb between her legs a constant reminder of how completely she had been used and how safe she felt now that he was here. He gave her the same care he did through the night, hands stroking slow circles down her back, lips brushing her temple with quiet reverence, and agreed in a low murmur that rumbled through his chest straight into hers, promising no more evenings like that without him present to watch and claim her at the end. The flood of warmth that followed loosened every last knot of fear inside her, leaving her soft and pliant in his arms as dawn painted their entangled bodies in gentle gold.

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