Lustful Paradise

Chapter 167: I Am Not Going To Go Easy On You Anymore.

Lucifer pulled out the dildo, and a wicked smirk crossed his lips as he turned Sasha around and positioned her on her back, spreading her legs open.

He admired her body and then traced a line along her stomach with his fingers, feeling the toned muscles underneath her soft skin. Then he moved up to cup her breasts. They were large, firm, and perfect, filling his hands, and her nipples were hard and erect, begging for attention.

So he leaned down, kissing each one before taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking it gently, while his other hand fondled and squeezed her other breast. Her skin was soft, warm, and inviting.

And Sasha couldn't resist moaning as his hot, velvety tongue licked and sucked on her nipples. The sensation was driving her wild. It was as if there was a direct line from her breasts to her clit, each lick and suck sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

"Oh fuck..." Sasha moaned as he teased her nipple with his teeth, biting gently and then swirling his tongue around it to soothe the pain. But then she felt something clasp onto her nipples, followed by a gentle squeeze of her breasts, which intensified the sensation even more.

Looking down at her body, she noticed that he had placed a nipple clamp on her hardened nipples. Each clamp was like a small pair of tweezers, with a tiny screw in the middle, which controlled the pressure of the clamps.

Lucifer tightened the screw a little, increasing the pressure on her nipples. It wasn't painful in the beginning, but she felt the blood rush to them, and after some time, a dull pain started to build up, making her groan.

"Mhmm... ahhh..."

Sasha was feeling hot all over, her breathing getting faster and shallower. Her breasts were sensitive, and the clamps were adding an extra layer of stimulation. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, and she was starting to feel a little lightheaded as the pressure on her nipples grew stronger. As she writhed in pleasure and discomfort, her cuffed wrists made the situation all the more intense and frustrating.

Soon, Lucifer reached for another item, the pink ball gag he had found. He held it in front of Sasha, and she instinctively closed her mouth, refusing to take the gag.

"Sasha, open your mouth," Lucifer commanded, but she refused, pressing her lips tighter together and glaring up at him.

"I said, Open your damn mouth, slut," he growled.

And he reached down, pinching Sasha's nose and forcing her to open her mouth to gasp for air. Which he used to shove the gag into her mouth.

Sasha groaned as the plastic ball filled her mouth and strapped around her head. She shook her head in protest, trying to shake off the gag but to no avail. Her cries and complaints were muffled and incomprehensible, and all she could do was make incoherent noises, "Nmphhh... mmmmpphhh... nnmm... nnmph..."

But despite the discomfort, the gag had an unexpected effect on Sasha. With each breath she took, the ball pressed against her tongue, and the strap brushed against the corners of her lips. It made her more aware of her mouth, the saliva that was starting to pool, and the heat of her own breath bouncing off the ball.

Her tongue traced the edges of the plastic, the sensation strange and unfamiliar yet not entirely unpleasant. The ball filled her mouth, stretching her jaws, making her drool and feel like she was sucking a cock.

Sasha felt humiliated, degraded, and exposed. Her nipples were clamped and aching, her wrists cuffed behind her, and now her mouth gagged, rendering her helpless. And that made her pussy wet, so fucking wet.

As Lucifer stood over her, his gaze roamed her naked and bound form, admiring his handiwork. Yet it was missing something. So he reached over to the bed, where he retrieved the blindfold. "You are not yet complete without this, Sasha. So, here is another gift from me."

And he slipped it over her head and pulled it down over her eyes, covering her beautiful brown eyes with a thin black cloth. And then Sasha was plunged into a dark and isolated world.

Without her sight, Sasha was forced to rely on her other senses. The rustling of the bed sheets beneath her, the faint creaking of the bed, the sound of her muffled breathing, and above it all, Lucifer's deep and commanding voice filled her ears.

"Look at you. All trussed up and helpless. So beautiful, so vulnerable, and so very, very mine. You're a feast for my senses, Sasha."

Lucifer's voice was like a caress in the darkness, his breath warm against her skin as he moved closer, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You are my slut, and I am going to do whatever I want to do with you, Sasha. Moreover, since you refuse to address me as your 'Master,' I am not going to go easy on you anymore." With those words, he positioned himself on the edge of the bed between Sasha's spread legs. He could feel the warmth emanating from her core as his fingers danced over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He could hear the way Sasha's breath hitched with each feather-light touch. Her chest rose and fell, her breasts quivering with her ragged breaths, the clamps on her nipples shining like tiny jewels under the dim lights of the room.

"I know you crave my cock deep inside you. You are hungry to be fucked, aren't you, my slut?" Lucifer whispered, his words laced with a mixture of seduction and authority that made Sasha groan with longing against her gag. She nodded, her body language screaming her desire, her legs parting even further to invite him in, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, slick with arousal and anticipation.