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"A bit higher now," the leather whip grazes the inner corners of your thighs. Close but never reaching the dampen slit as she commanded. With a choice close to none, you obeyed. Angling your hips higher than earlier with a strangled huff.
The uncomfortable feeling of sweat against the flat, wooden surface along with your labored breaths resulted in a shift of your form. But the shackles and handcuffs restrained much of your movement. Something that those black and red-crossed eyes seemed to gleam whenever you struggled.
A pity. Had you obeyed her, this wouldn't have been necessary. Not like she would indulge into that idea. Having you restricted like this satiates her need to dominate. So, in a way or another, you would still end up cornered and bound.
"Much better," your legs continued to trembled against the desk as your rear takes another hit from the leather.
"You have much to learn still. Even my children are better at staying out of the public eye than that ridiculous stunt you've just pulled," you groaned against the mouth gag that's wrapped tightly around you in response.
"Maybe you should learn from them," a short, eerie silence causes your anxiety to boil before a vibrating sound penetrates your ears.
"You should consider yourself lucky. I'm feeling a bit merciful today even after your... attempts of stalking me," you could feel your body weakening as the strong, vibrating rhythm scrapes your aching core. You whimpered. Body thrashing against the desk as you tried to avoid the vibrating object. The items on Arlecchino's desk crash violently against the concrete floor, and a sigh escapes her. She will have to get that cleaned up soon.
Before you could move any further, a strong tug on your now messy hair keeps you back. "I'm not done with you yet," she says firmly. You continued to be a whimpering mess as Arlecchino drags the object around—teasing in and out of your swollen bud.
"I kept reminding you to stay—to be patient. But that was never your forte, was it?" The loud, almost angry vibrations came to a stop but was soon replaced by the clanking of metal and the slide of a zipper.
"You've caused quite the disturbance, my dear. I ought to put you back in your place." Then, a long, girthy object penetrates your already overstimulated core. Causing for your body to jolt and, eventually, weaken at the shape.
You sobbed. Feeling the small veins on her cock as she kept still and then slowly thrusting in a way, you could tell that she waiting for you to adjust to her size. What you could not tell would be if she was still mad at you or have already forgiven your misdeeds. Arlecchino may be your lover, but she knows more about you than you know about her.
Her curse-tainted hands hold your hips in place as her thrusts increases in speed and strength.
"You fit so perfectly against me. If only you were more obedient." Your muffled whimpers only fueled her to do more that she'd slap your reddened rear repeatedly. She could feel you clenching around her. Provoking her to yank you against her chest by your handcuffs.
Arlecchino's thrusts does not falter for a second. Even as she drinks in your familiar, soft floral scent that she never vocally admits to have missed, and bites into your neck.
"You can take it all, right? You'll be good for me," Arlecchino leaves a few more marks around your neck. Your body arching at her thrusts while her free hand slides to squeeze the sides of your neck, just enough to keep you on the edge of passing out.
"Come now, mon cheri. Prove to me that you'll be good," you could feel your energy diminish before fully giving in to your lover's command. Liquid pooling down your legs followed by a stickier one. Arlecchino presses into you, keeping you still as she buries her load inside your wobbly form.
"My dear, i adore you. But do so much as trying to stalk me again and I will not hesitate to cage you, " Arlecchino whispers then presses a small kiss on your temple before pulling away. Hand holding you by your waist in case you stagger or pass out.
Arlecchino is never gentle when it comes to showing her affections. She gets to the point directly since time will always be a valuable asset—no matter who she's with and what she's up to.
It's often hard to tell how she's feeling, but know that her focus will be on you once her schedule clears up.