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Bound in Pandoras Grip
The dim red lights of the playroom at Pandora's Resort & Nightclub cast long shadows across the black leather walls, the air thick with the scent of sweat and latex. Rowan stepped into the space, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, eyes locked on Ophelia who waited in the center, her body already trembling with anticipation. She wore nothing but a sheer black robe that clung to her curves, her full breasts straining against the fabric, nipples hard and visible. Rowan's cock twitched in his pants as he approached, his gaze raking over her like a predator sizing up prey.
'On your knees,' he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. Ophelia dropped instantly, the robe slipping open to reveal her shaved pussy, already glistening with wetness. Rowan circled her, trailing a finger along her spine, making her arch. He grabbed a coil of thick red rope from the nearby rack, the fibers rough against his palms. With practiced ease, he bound her wrists behind her back, the rope biting into her skin just enough to make her gasp. He pulled the knots tight, forcing her shoulders to pull back, thrusting her tits forward.
Rowan knelt behind her, his breath hot on her neck as he looped more rope around her torso, wrapping it under her breasts and cinching it above, creating a harness that squeezed her flesh. Ophelia's breaths came in short pants, her pussy lips swelling as the bindings restricted her movement. He tugged the ropes, testing them, and she moaned, her body rocking forward involuntarily. 'You like that, don't you? Being helpless for me.' His hand slid between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds to rub her clit roughly. She bucked against his touch, juices coating his digits.
Standing, Rowan hauled her up by the ropes, her bound arms keeping her off balance. He led her to the St. Andrew's cross in the corner, a sturdy wooden frame bolted to the floor. Ophelia leaned against it, her robe discarded, naked skin flushed. Rowan spread her legs wide, ankles secured to the base with leather cuffs that clicked shut. He stretched her arms higher, attaching the ropes to the top rings, her body splayed open like an offering. Her pussy dripped down her inner thighs, the cool air teasing her exposed asshole.
Rowan stepped back to admire his work, his cock now rock-hard and bulging. He stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest dusted with hair, then unzipped his pants, letting his thick shaft spring free, veins pulsing along its length. Pre-cum beaded at the tip as he stroked himself slowly, watching Ophelia squirm. 'Beg for it,' he growled. 'Please, Rowan, touch me... fuck me,' she whimpered, her hips grinding against nothing.
He grabbed a vibrating wand from the shelf, pressing it against her inner thigh first, making her jolt. Slowly, he trailed it up, the hum growing louder as it neared her clit. When the head finally buzzed against her swollen nub, Ophelia cried out, her body convulsing in the restraints. Rowan held it there, unrelenting, as her pussy clenched and released, juices squirting onto the floor. He didn't let her cum, pulling it away just as her moans peaked, leaving her panting and desperate.
Kneeling, Rowan buried his face between her legs, tongue lapping at her soaked entrance. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teeth grazing it lightly, while two fingers plunged into her tight hole, curling to hit her G-spot. Ophelia thrashed against the cross, the ropes creaking, her tits bouncing with each thrust of his hand. 'More... harder,' she begged. He added a third finger, stretching her, his tongue flicking relentlessly until she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, walls pulsing around his digits as she screamed his name.
But Rowan wasn't done. He stood, gripping her hips, and slammed his cock into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. The bindings held her firm as he pounded into her, balls slapping against her ass. Each drive stretched her wide, his girth filling her completely. Ophelia's head fell back, mouth open in ecstasy, drool trickling down her chin. He reached around, pinching her nipples hard, twisting them until she yelped.
Sweat slicked their bodies as Rowan fucked her faster, the cross rattling with the force. He pulled out suddenly, spinning her ropes to face him, then shoved his cock down her throat. Ophelia gagged, tears streaming, but sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head as he face-fucked her. Saliva dripped from her lips, coating his shaft. 'Take it all, slut,' he grunted, holding her head steady.
Releasing her mouth with a pop, Rowan untied her ankles, but left her arms bound. He bent her over a padded bench nearby, ass high in the air. More rope secured her thighs to the legs, spreading her wide. Her pussy gaped, red and swollen from his assault. He lubed a thick plug, pressing it against her asshole. Ophelia tensed, then relaxed as he pushed it in, the flare stretching her ring until it popped inside, filling her rear.
With the plug seated, Rowan mounted her again, cock sliding back into her pussy. The double penetration made her feel impossibly full, every thrust rubbing the plug against his shaft through the thin wall. He spanked her ass cheeks, leaving red handprints, then grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. 'Cum for me again,' he ordered, his fingers finding her clit to rub in circles.
Ophelia's body obeyed, her second orgasm crashing over her, milking his cock with rhythmic squeezes. Rowan groaned, hips snapping erratically before he buried deep, flooding her with hot cum. It overflowed, mixing with her juices and dripping down her bound legs. He pulled out, watching his seed leak from her stretched hole, then removed the plug, replacing it with his fingers to scoop out the mess and feed it to her waiting mouth.
Panting, Rowan untied her slowly, massaging the rope marks on her skin. Ophelia collapsed into his arms, body spent but sated, the playroom echoing with their heavy breaths. 'Ready for round two?' he whispered, already hardening again.