~ Zoie's POV ~
"A sex room!?"
Zoie's jaw literally dropped to the floor. Her eyes quickly scanned the room back and forth. The walls were dark and covered in soundproofed crimson foams. There was a king-sized mattress in the middle of the room with red velvet blankets. On the wall next to her were iron bars with hooks, chains, and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. On the other side of the room was something that looked like a pool table or a massage table of some sort. And next to it was a wooden table with all sorts of torture tools and toys on display.
This is an actual sex dungeon hidden inside my dad's office...!
"How is this possible?!" Zoie scoffed breathlessly. "Does my mom know about this?!"
"I have a feeling that she does," Ash replied simply. Zoie shot a look at him as he walked to the corner of the room. From the floor, he picked up a torn-up garment that looked like a nightgown Violet usually wore.
"Ugh, gross!" She groaned and waved her hand no at the gown. Asher was trying to come closer but Zoie only ran away. Asher couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, stop it! Let's get outta here!" she said as she swatted the nightgown away from her face.
"What? You don't wanna stick around?" Asher said playfully, walking over to the table as he picked up a vibrator stick.
Ha. Punny.
"Put that down, Ash!" she hissed.
"Aw, come on," he said as he pulled on the ropes hanging from the ceiling. "Come hang with me,"
Zoie couldn't help but scoff and roll her eyes.
"Ha-ha, very funny," she said.
"I'm just sayin'. This place is pretty much bulletproof," Asher said as he walked back, making his way to the door. "No one's gonna find us here,"
Asher was already halfway out the door, but Zoie stopped in her tracks. He had a point, she thought. No one's gonna think to look for them here. No one's gonna hear them too through these soundproofed walls. And the only people who know about this place, her mom and dad, were too busy entertaining their two hundred guests.
"Wait," Zoie found herself saying.
Asher stopped in his tracks. He turned around and waited for her to continue, cocking his head to the side in a challenging manner.
"C-close the door," Zoie ordered. She wanted to act confident, but she couldn't help the stammer.
Asher let out a chuckle as he closed the door shut. Suddenly, the tension in the room went from zero to a hundred. Zoie felt her lower stomach twisting into knots. Her underwear may be getting a little soaked. Asher kept his gaze locked on her as she walked across the room, approaching the massage table.
"What is this?" she asked him. Upon further inspection, Zoie noticed there were cuffs on the four corners of the table.
"Looks like a custom-made play table," he answered, coming closer to look at the table too.
"Play table?" she frowned.
"You wanna see how it's done?" Asher said with a smirk.
Zoie nodded her head in response. Asher let out a slight smirk as he walked closer to her.
"First, you're gonna have to take off your clothes and lay down right here," he said as he patted the middle of the table.
Zoie's hands started moving before her brain could process everything. She unzipped the back of her dress and the satin gown fell to her feet. She then took off her heels, bra, and lastly, her underwear. Once she was done, she went and lay down on the table, staring up at the ceiling.
Asher watched in silence as Zoie did all of this. He was swallowing hard and a bulge began to form in his pants.
"What now?" she asked.
"Do you trust me?" he asked back.
"Of course," she replied.
"Then I'm gonna cuff your hands and feet,"
Wait, what?!
Asher started moving around her. He cuffed her hand to the chain closest to her on that corner. Then he moved to the other hand and did the same thing. Zoie waited in anticipation as Asher moved to her feet next. Her heart was racing in her chest. The knots in her stomach were getting so powerful, she started squirming and writhing.
"You wanna keep going?" he asked after he chained up her ankles too.
Zoie paused for a beat before answering. She was all tied up, spread-eagled, and exposed to him. She was in such a powerless state, but yet, she felt so powerful. It felt extremely freeing to know she didn't need to have control and that Asher will take care of everything.
Zoie found herself nodding her head again, swallowing hard. Meanwhile, Asher's smirk was getting wider. He went to the tools table next to the velvet table and picked out an interesting-looking device. It was small and long and it had two heads. One of the heads was bigger than the other one.
"W-what's that?" she asked.
"This is a rabbit vibrator," he said as he came closer. "It's gonna make you feel good,"
Asher brought the device closer to her mouth and Zoie parted her mouth open. He put the bigger head into her mouth and Zoie began sucking on the toy.
"Good girl," he said. His other hand went to stroke her hair.
Feeling confident after his compliment, Zoie sucked on the toy harder. She closed her eyes and imagined the toy to be Asher's length. She rolled her tongue all around the tip and Asher moved the toy in and out of her mouth teasingly.
"Fúcking hell," Asher cursed in response, looking at her face. She was making out with that toy so good, his pants felt tight with restraint.
"That's enough," he ordered.
Zoie stopped sucking on the toy and Asher pulled the toy out. The bigger head was now wet with her saliva and Asher brought it down to her lower stomach. Zoie raised her head up to look and she saw Asher slowly pushing the toy into her core.
"Ahh..." she moaned.
The toy slipped into her core and the smaller head rested perfectly on her clit. Asher smiled triumphantly as he hit the start button on that vibrator. A buzzing sound was heard and Zoie felt the vibration reverberating through her body. It was soft and slow, but it was enough to set her body on fire.
"Aaahhh..." her moan got even louder.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes..." she breathed shamelessly.
Asher let out another smirk. His finger went to touch the area around her core and he noted how wet she was. She was practically leaking. Asher brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on her taste. Liking what he tasted, he let out an appreciative groan.
"Ash..." she said breathlessly. "...More... please..."
Zoie's body was writhing in need, but Asher was in no rush.
"Not yet, sweet girl,"
Asher then turned away again, leaving Zoie hanging on the edge of the cliff. She was so hungry and desperate for a release, her hips were moving and shaking on that table. Her hands strained against the leather cuffs and she wished she could touch herself to make her come, but no, she couldn't move at all.
"Stay still," he ordered.
Asher came back with another device. It was a chain with two, small metallic clamps.
"W-what's that?"
"These are nipple clamps,"
"W-wait-"
Before Zoie could say another word, Asher already camped the device on her nipples. She felt the pain stinging her skin as the clamps bit hard against her sensitive buds.
"Aaahh!" she screamed.
But somewhere in between the pain and torture, Zoie felt this unexplainable pleasure. Her body was radiating with warmth, the fire of ecstasy.
"Shit," he cursed. "You're making me so fúcking hard right now,"
Zoie opened her eyes to see Asher's dark hazel eyes boring deep into hers. His mouth was parted open and his tongue went to lick his lips. Delving down slowly, he then captured one of her nipples in his mouth. Zoie arched her chest upward to meet him. She let out another big moan as the sensation of his mouth combined with the clamp overtook her senses. Asher took it as a good sign and he moved on to the other nipple. Zoie's body was now on the verge of exploding.
"Ash, please!" she begged. She was so close to finding her release, but Asher pulled away just before she could get there.
"Patience," he said.
Zoie was losing her mind. Asher went back to the table again and she was left alone. She needed this release so badly, she started grunting and groaning in frustration. Her hands and feet were pulling on the chains as hard as she could, but they were too strong.
"Hey, if you wanna come, you need to be a good girl," he said warningly as he returned.
Asher stood in front of her again, holding onto what looked like a small, black leather whip. Zoie settled down and waited impatiently.
"This is a flogger," he said as he ran the leather hairs along her stomach. The leather felt cool against her skin and Zoie started squirming again. "Think you can handle it?"
Zoie bit her lip and nodded her head. She'd do anything as long as he'd let her come.
* SMACK! *
Suddenly and without warning, Asher hit the flogger on her lower stomach, so dangerously close to her clit.
"Ahhhh!!" Zoie screamed in response, her hips bucking away from the pain.
* SMACK! * SMACK! * SMACK! *
Asher hit her with the flogger three more times. First, to her left thigh, then to her right thigh, and lastly, right on her clit.
"AAAAH!!" Zoie yelped in pain.
Actually, the pain wasn't as bad as it sounded. The anticipation of that pain was worse. But the worst feeling of all was this frustration that she couldn't come.
"Can't handle it?" Asher asked teasingly, running the flogger on her stomach. "I've only just started,"
"P-please, Ash..." she begged. "I wanna come..."
Asher ran the flogger to her breasts and he swatted her nipples back and forth with the leather hair.
"You wanna come, sweet girl? Is that it?" he taunted.
"Y-yes...!"
"If you wanna come, you're gonna have to beg for it,"
"Please, let me come, please!"
Zoie begged like she never begged for anything else in her life. Asher let out a triumphant smirk as he tossed the flogger to the side. He then unhooked the nipple clamps and let the metallic tools clank to the floor. Zoie let out a sigh of relief as the pain dissipated from her body. But before she could get too comfortable, Asher also pulled the vibrator out of her and replaced it with his own hand. His index finger and middle finger both entered her hole as his thumb began stroking her clit.
"Oh, fúck," he groaned. "You're so fúcking tight,"
Zoie thrashed her head back as her hips moved to meet his fingers' movements. She was moaning and groaning as she felt her orgasm nearing, But before she could reach that mountaintop, Asher pulled his hand away. Zoie's eyes jerked open and she groaned in protest.
"Ash!"
"I got you,"
Asher was taking off his clothes in a hurry. Once he pulled down his boxer's briefs, his manhood sprang free, hard and hungry. Zoie even noticed the glints of pre-cum dripping from him. He must be just as desperate as she was.
In one swift move, Asher climbed onto that table and positioned himself on top of her. His hard length rubbed against her folds as he collected her sweet juices. His left hand was on her neck and his right hand was on her waist, keeping her body in place.
"Tell me that you're mine, Zoie," he ordered. His voice was low and husky. His hot breaths were fanning her ear and her body shuddered in response.
"I'm yours, Ash... All yours,"
"Tell me what you want,"
His tip was rubbing against her core and it was driving her insane. Zoie jerked her hips up to meet him, but Asher's hand kept her in place.
"Tell me," he pressed.
"Please!" she yelped. "I can't wait anymore! I want you so bad!"
"You want me?" he asked teasingly, rubbing his tip against her entrance again.
Zoie's walls were now throbbing in agony. Her wet juices kept leaking out of her uncontrollably.
"Yes!" she begged. "You and only you can make me feel like this!"
Zoie was pretty much crying at this point. Asher tightened his hold on her neck and waist. She could feel the air escaping her throat. And in one strong move, he plunged his rock-hard length into her core, tearing through her body as she broke into a thunderous scream.
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