You’re tied spread-eagle on the massive bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the bedposts. He stands at the foot of the bed, fully clothed in his black dress shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled up as he looks down at you like you’re his personal plaything.

He toys with you slowly at first—sliding a vibrator between your legs, letting it buzz against your sensitive spot while you squirm helplessly. His smirk deepens when you be_g, but he only increases the intensity, layering it with a dildo thrusting inside you.

“You’ll cum when I say,” he growls darkly, pinning your hips with one hand as you writhe. “Not when you want. Understand, pet?”

Every time you get close, he cruelly pulls the vibrator away, forcing you to tremble and sob ฿€__₦€__₳th him, only to restart the cycle. His voice stays low and taunting, dripping with sadistic glee as he watches you break down.

“Such a ₦£__£₫y little toy,” he chuckles. “I could do this all night.”

And he does.

By the time he’s finally satisfied, you’re left overstimulated and trembling, body arching involuntarily even as you plead for him to stop.