Chapter 475: Bound Angst {R-18}

With a groan, Caius couldn’t help but thrust his hips upward as Arlette’s stroke of his cock continued. The underside was a particularly sensitive part of the rod and what started as light strokes became insistent as Arlette became more and more aroused.

She kept her eyes on Caius’s face, taking in the absolute perfection of it, and letting the visual send her already raging hormones into overdrive. Whenever her eyes left Caius’s face for the quickest couple of seconds, she only ever looked at his bound wrists.

The sight of Caius clenching and unclenching his fists in clear desire to reach out and touch her—and him not being able to—really set something off in Arlette’s head. It afforded her a level of power that she completely reveled in.

Between that angst—that she could not only see with Caius’s hands but also feel with her hand on his chest and the upward jerks of his hips—and the stimulation of her pussy thanks to her gyrations atop Caius’s midsection, Arlette couldn’t help the orgasmic moan that slipped from her lips as she doused Caius with her juices.

The pressure of Arlette’s weight on Caius’s midsection lifted for a second only to fall on his thighs as she repositioned herself so she could have better access to the imposing rod jutting from his groin.

Caius felt it as Arlette placed her nose against his cock and took a deep whiff. He felt as her body trembled in pleasure. He felt rather than saw this because the moment she touched him there, he was so aroused and so sensitive that he arched his back, pulled at the bounds on his wrists and ankles while working hard to stifle his groan.

When his back touched the bed again and he could look down at Arlette, she already had her tongue out, lapping all over the length and girth of the rod, her eyes closed as she truly let herself go into the taste and the very feel of the organ.

A second later and she could no longer simply tease herself. She sucked the head into her mouth, her cheeks getting sunken as she isucked with so much fervor that Caius couldn’t help but thrust even more of his length into the wonderful warmth.

Still, Arlette had such a grip on the organ that try as he might, Caius couldn’t actually feed her more of himself. She moved at her own pace, taking inch after inch whenever she decided she wished to. Before long, she had gobbled up almost half of the rod, the head striking the very end of her throat and seeking entry into her gullet.

Pulling her mouth off the rod, Arlette treated the rest of its length to the wonder of her tongue, getting the entirety of it slick as her hand stroked whichever part her tongue wasn’t lapping up in the moment.

And then, she sat up, lining the head up with her pussy, Arlette began to descend until she had taken it in. Her descent continued much to Caius’s groaning delight. More than ever, he wanted to grab her hips as she took in his rod. Or palm her tits, kneading their wonder as his veiny cock rubbed against her ribbed insides.

Caius jerked his hips upward, thrusting inches of his cock into Arlette’s snatch, causing her to moan and tremble hard. Her hands fell onto his chest, her nails pressing into his skin, hard enough to cause reddened welts and if she pressed further, she would surely break the skin.

The pain and pressure of Arlette’s fingertips increased Caius pleasure, and also bolstered his determination to keep thrusting and feeding more and more of himself into that velvet wonder he had long shaped and made into his own.

With a crisp sound, Arlette’s ass made contact with Caius’s thighs, the entirety of his length inside her as her muscles undulated and worked themselves all over it.

Taking the organ in completely caused Arlette to have a minor orgasm and even while it still thrummed through her body, causing her to spasm and tremble, she rose, letting enough inches of Caius’s cock fall out before going down to take it all in again.

"Ahnghhh—" Arlette groaned in delight as she hit her stride. Up and down she went in quick succession and in perfect synchronization with Caius who never stopped his hip jerks and thrusts into Arlette’s tight pussy.

He watched her breasts leap up and down on her chest, always returning to their perfect shape every time. His eyes were mesmerized by the movement and again he raged against his bounds.

As she bounced atop Caius’s groin, thrusting herself on his rod, Arlette was very aware of her spell keeping him to the bed, and that heady power play remained a factor in her pleasure at the moment. Her muscles, taken over by involuntary spasms, wrapped so tight around the rod that thrusting should have been impossible but Arlette, thanks to the ample amount of juices she had produced on orgasmic bliss, found a way.

"Oh YES! OH GODS!! OH FUCK!!!" She moaned and yelled over and over all through her self-thrusts.

The sounds of Caius’s groans in tandem with her own pleasure cries really fired Arlette up.

And then, it arrived. So fast and so ’suddenly’ that Arlette could have sworn that there hadn’t been a build-up. But there had. Every moment since she bound him to the bed—even before that actually—had built up to this.

"FUCK ME, CAIUS, I’M CUMMMINNNNNGGGG!!!" Arlette proclaimed at the top of her lungs. Once again, a very lucid part of her brain hoped the sounds would not make it out.

She wasn’t very optimistic.

In the midst of Arlette’s climactic cry, Caius pulled at the bounds again and, with a combination of his tenacity and Arlette being preoccupied with orgasmic throes, he finally broke free.

Immediately, Caius sat up, his arms wrapping around Arlette, his fingers working their way all over her back as he placed his lips on her neck and sucked on her skin. Arlette’s orgasm rocked her body and rocked Caius in turn, shattering any self-control he might have been banking on. With a groan into Arlette’s neck, he jerked his hips the hardest he had so far and painted her inner walls with his pearly seeds.

The warmth of it sent Arlette’s already raging arousal to overdrive, not only lengthening the duration of her orgasm but increasing the charge within her blood. So much so, that in the middle of firing his seeds into her, Caius couldn’t help but find his way to the puncture marks he had already made in her neck. His fangs appeared and he reopened the tiny wounds that had begun to close, sucking her blood with fervor.

"YESSSS!!!" Arlette let out as her hand grabbed the back of Caius’s head again, holding him to her neck. She rubbed at his scalp, encouraging him to go past his usual limit and quota.

Caius’s hand went down from Arlette’s back to her ass. He grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them as he pulled her even harder onto his thrusts.

When he took his mouth off Arlette’s neck, reining himself in before he went too far, Arlette used her grip on his hair to pull his face backward. Then they stared into each other’s eyes, their foreheads touching before their lips smashed together with burning hot passion.

Arlette rode out her orgasm on Caius’s cock, groaning while feeling full of his seed. When Caius turned them around to place her back on the bed, Arlette arched her back to thrust her breasts even harder against his chest.

Then Caius turned her around, kissing her cheek and then her shoulders and down her back as he got her on all fours and slid his cock into her gripping snatch once again.

As Caius began to thrust, Arlette pressed her front onto the bed, content with simply thrusting back at Caius as hard as she could. And then her eyes widened when a whip conjured with Dark magic wrapped around her neck and pulled her up.

Soon, she was arching her back against Caius’s chest as he chuckled, his lips on her neck.

"Did you forget?" He asked in a whisper as he yanked the whip, causing Arlette to choke lightly,

"You taught me this one."