His eyes were wide with disbelief, but he recovered swiftly. I sprang from his bed and crept to the headboard. As he removed his tuxedo, he made crucial steps towards me. He had just thrown his suitcase upon the floor.
"I offered you an opportunity to run out from me." He retorted quietly and suddenly grabbed my hair, preparing to kiss me aggressively. I just closed my eyes as my insides twitched due to the anal beads.
"Ahhh!"
He pulled his lips away from our kiss and flipped my body around. He yanked the anal beads roughly from my butthole. I was taken aback when he snatched me from my bed and hauled me out the door.
"Where are you going to take me?" I am now attempting to come down, but he has not spoken and has only grasped my legs hard.
We climbed to the third level of his home, where there was a solitary room I had never visited. The door required a passcode, which I couldn't decipher due to the pace with which he pressed.
As soon as we arrived, I noticed how different his studio looked from the rest of the space. Adult tools are well-hung, the light is orange, the bed is enormous, and there is also a large standing wooden cross. That, I believe, is where he ties up the ladies with whom he has sex. He dropped me to where the shackles were and went over to them. He also reappeared quickly, clutching two sets of bonds.
He took both of my hands in his and drew me to the wooden cross. He lifted my left arm first and secured it to the wooden cross, then raised my right arm and did the same with my other hand. I stared at him, but he regarded me solemnly.
He kissed and groped my chest while my hand was lifted and my body was exposed. He pressed his lips against mine as I felt the warmth of his breath. This is what I want.
He put one of his hands around my waist without dislodging us from our kiss. His hand crawled on my vagina.
He's only caressing my cunt, and I'm tempted to cuff. He inserted his two fingers and pressed them against my hole. My knees are on the verge of collapsing.
"I'm afraid I'm at a point where I can't continue constraining you." Between kisses, he murmured. He took my shackles off and turned me with a wooden cross. Behind me, he grinds his cock, and all the hairs on my body spring up.
I grabbed for his trouser even though I was turning him. I unzipped his zipper and stroked his genital area. While I was doing that, he embraced me, and his hand also caressed my pussy.
I hugged the wooden cross when I let go of his cock, as he was already inserting his dick into my pussyhole. He touched my hips to improve his push. Further, I strengthened my grasp on the wood to prevent my knees from giving out.
He is kissing my neck and slamming me from behind. I'm gasping with each slap he delivers. While the two of us were having a good time, I turned my gaze to a cell and immediately thought of something I only saw on adult websites.
"May we enter that cell? I'd want to give it a try." I moved his body away from me slightly.