Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 113: She Jerked me off on a Red Cross (R-18)

Chapter 113: She Jerked me off on a Red Cross (R-18)

The red room thrummed with a dark, intoxicating energy as the music shifted to a slow, romantic pulse, heavy with longing. Dim red light bathed the crimson walls, casting a sultry glow. The air was thick with sandalwood and the faint sweetness of candle wax. Flames flickered on a side table, sending shadows dancing across the polished BDSM cross where I stood, my wrists and ankles cuffed to its cold metal frame.

A silk blindfold covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness again, heightening every sound—her heels clicking as Elizabeth walk around me.

My dick stood rock hard, exposed in middle. Elizabeth, the First Lady, naked exposed circled me.

*Slap.* A whip cracked against my thighs, the leather’s sting sharp but soft, a tingling sensation rippling through me.

"Ahm.." I sucked in a breath, my body tensing against the cuffs, the blindfold amplifying the feeling, as she hits me again on my chest. "Ahh..." A soft moan slipped from my lips, my dick twitching, the heat of her control sparking something deep.

"Did you like that, my puppy?" Elizabeth asked, her voice sultry, teasing, her heels clicking as she circled me, slow and deliberate.

"Hehe, yeah..." I said, a smile breaking through, my tongue slipping out, playful, my body straining against the cuffs, my dick throbbing, the blindfold trapping me in her world.

"Good puppy you are," she said, her voice dripping with approval.

*Slap.* The whip struck my back, the sting sharper, my skin prickling, a moan tearing from my throat. "Ahh..." I gasped, my body arching, the cuffs biting, her control absolute.

*Slap. Slap. Slap.* She whipped me again, rapid, relentless, each strike a jolt, my moans matching her rhythm— "AHH... AHH... AHH... AHH..."—my dick throbbing harder, the burning sensation fueling my need.

She stopped whiping on my back and stepped in front of me, her presence close, her scent overwhelming, my dick pulsing, standing from the whip’s fire.

"You know, Ezra..." she said, her voice sultry, low, her fingers tracing my tongue, wet and warm, then sliding down my chest, her nails grazing my skin.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice rough, a smile tugging at my lips, her question pulling me towards me.

"When I dominate men like this... I feel a serious turn-on," she said, her voice dripping with heat, her hand sliding to my abs, her fingers pressing into the muscle, her touch deliberate, possessive. "Especially men who are sexy and look strong like you...something happens inside of me then.." She smirked—I couldn’t see it, but I felt it in her tone—her hand moving lower, wrapping gently around my long rock hard shaft, feeling its length, her touch slow, teasing, the wetness of our earlier mess still there.

"I see..." I said, smiling wider, my voice low, playful, my dick throbbing under her touch. "I also love your—"

*Slap.* Her hand cracked across my face before I could finish, the sting sharp, my head snapping to the side.

"Please don’t say anything," she said, slapping again. "Please! Please! Please!" She said slapping me non stop right and left. Her voice commanding, cupping my cheeks with one hand, squeezing, her other hand stroking my dick, faster now, her fingers slick, the sensation overwhelming.

"Ahh... sorry..." I said, smiling through a moan, my body arching towards her as the pain and pleasure takes over my body.

"You men sure get ahead of yourselves, don’t you?" she asked, her voice sharp, commanding, increasing the speed of her strokes, her fingers relentless, her hand on my cheek squeezing tighter, her boobs grazing my chest.

In my imagination, the red light painting her in fire, the music pulsing, the candles burning, her question a challenge, her dominance a storm, the night wild, untamed, the room hers, ours, a blaze of raw desire, the door shut, the world outside forgotten.

"Ahhh... sorry... I’ll listen to you... only..." I moaned, my voice breaking, the sensation overwhelming as she jerked my dick at a relentless pace.

*shap* *shap* *shap* *shap* *shap*

Her hand moved fast, slick with our juices, her fingers gripping tightly, the wet sound of her strokes filling the air, my body straining against the cuffs, the blindfold amplifying every touch, the music pulsing, the candles burning steady, her dominance pushing me to the edge, my dick throbbing, aching, the pleasure too intense to hold back.

"You better listen, puppy," she purred, her voice sultry, commanding, her hand speeding up, her scent—floral, intoxicating—flooding my senses, her fingers slippery, the rhythm brutal, the red light glowing in my mind, my moans louder, my body hers completely.

"Ahhh... arghh..." I groaned, the pleasure crashing through me, my dick pulsing, my hips bucking against the cuffs, the metal biting my wrists, the blindfold trapping me in her world, the music a dark hum, the candles burning and her hand relentless on my cock as the sensation started shattering, my body trembling, the edge so close I could barely breathe.

"Come on... shoot it out! Show me how pathetic you are," she said, her voice sharp, mocking, her hand stroking firmly, her grip unyielding, the wet sound of her strokes louder, her fingers slick with juices, the smooth glide of her hand on my cock too much.

"Arghh, fuck! Arghhh..." I groaned, my voice raw, my body tilting up, my hands rattling the cuffs, the orgasm slamming through me, my dick shooting loads onto the ground, hot and thick, my body shivering on the cross, the pleasure sharp, overwhelming, the blindfold blacking out everything but the sensation, the music low, the candles burning, my moans echoing, the red room a storm of release, her hand still stroking, drawing out every pulse out of my dick.

"Ahhhh... well done, Ezra... so good," she said, her voice laughing, teasing, her hand slowing but still stroking, her fingers covered in my semen, letting every drop spill, her praise a twisted reward, her dominance unshaken, the room alive with her power.

"Look at you, making such a mess," she said, her voice playful, her hand lifting, the sound of her sucking her fingers clear in the darkness, tasting my cum, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "So much load you release like this..." Her heels clicked as she stepped closer, her hand brushing my chest, her scent overwhelming.

"Yummy, baby," she said, her voice sultry, a smirk in her tone, her fingers trailing my jaw, the wet sound of her sucking lingering.

"Ahhh... ahhh..." I exhaled, my head dropping, my chest heaving, my body spent, the cuffs feels tight around my wrists, her presence—the First Lady, Elizabeth—making every second surreal, the night far from over, wild, untamed, the door shut, the world outside forgotten.

"Ahhh... I love men like you, Ezra..." Elizabeth said, her voice sultry, wrapping her legs around my back, clinging to me on the cross. Her naked body rubbed against mine, her boobs pressed tight to my chest, her pussy grazing my dick, wet and warm, sparking heat with every movement. She snuggled closer, holding my face, her fingers soft but firm, her breath hot against my skin, her stockings sliding, the red light painting her in fire, the music low, the candles burning steady, her desire a blaze that pulled me under.

"Ahh..." I moaned into her neck, my lips brushing her pulse, her scent—floral, intoxicating—filling my senses, my dick throbbing harder, her body’s warmth driving me wild, the music pulsing, the candles steady, the red room a haze of raw need, her closeness overwhelming, her seduction a fire I couldn’t resist.

"I love the warmth of men so much... ahh... I can’t control... I want you more..." she said, her voice sultry, losing herself in me, her pussy getting wetter, dripping, her boobs soft against me, her hands cradling my face, her stockings whispering, the red light glowing, the music a dark hum, her need raw, unfiltered, her body grinding, her desire a storm that consumed us both, my dick standing hard, answering her call, the night alive with her fire.

"Ahh, fuck... let’s continue this on the bed... it’s more fun there," she said, her voice playful, pulling off my blindfold, the silk slipping away, her face coming into focus—smiling, seductive, her eyes glinting with mischief, her hair catching the light, the red room vivid, the candles burning, the music pulsing, her invitation a spark that reignited the heat.

I met her stare, her eyes locking onto mine, a grin spreading across her face. She freed my ankles first, then my wrists, the cuffs clinking as they fell, my body tingling with freedom, my pulse racing. I stood straight, my gaze never leaving hers, her naked form—stockings clinging, boobs bare, pussy glistening—a vision that burned into me. I stepped forward, my hands grabbing her ass, lifting her up. "Come here!" I said, my voice rough, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh, pushing us toward the bed, her giggle bright, her hands holding my cheeks, our lips crashing in a fierce kiss mid-air, tongues colliding, the red light glowing, the music booming, the candles steady, our bodies a tangle of need as we fell.

She landed on her back, the black leather creaking, her legs wrapping around me, her stockings rubbing my hips, her boobs soft and big beneath me, bouncing slightly, her hair splaying across the bed, her eyes wild, her lips parted. We kissed, hard and hungry, her tongue claiming mine, her hands in my hair, pulling, her pussy grazing my dick, wet and ready, the red light painting us, the music pulsing, the candles burning, the red room a world of fire and desire, her body—Elizabeth, the First Lady—a storm I couldn’t escape, the night stretching wild, untamed, the door shut, the world outside forgotten.

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