CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: FUCKFEST (4)

After a few minutes of play, Jax pulled the leash upward, sliding his member out of her mouth with a wet snap. Her lips were red, glossy, and a thin line of saliva dripped down her chin.

Jax lifted her with a tug and guided her to the bed.

"Get on!" he ordered, his eyes burning with desire.

Anya obeyed, settling onto the mattress with her heart racing. Jax stood in front of her, breathing heavily, watching her with that mix of lust and brutality that made her shiver.

"I can’t wait any longer..." he said in a hoarse voice, jingling the chains in his hand. "It’s time to tie you up."

Jax first took the black blindfold and gently slid it over Anya’s eyes. She took a deep breath as complete darkness enveloped her, her lips trembling between fear and desire.

"Now you won’t see anything... you’ll only feel what I want," he whispered into her ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through her.

Next, Jax lifted the leather ball attached to straps and pressed it against her lips. Anya hesitated for barely a second but opened her mouth submissively, letting him place it. The leather invaded her tongue, and the strap was secured behind her neck, silencing any attempt at words. Only muffled moans escaped her.

With a sadistic smile, Jax grabbed the metal bar with chains and, raising it in front of his face, commanded in a firm voice:

"Hands up."

She obeyed, her wrists trembling. The metallic click of the cuffs echoed in the room as they locked, spread apart, and completely under his control.

The leash hung from her collar down to Jax’s hand, who stood at the foot of the bed, watching her like a patient predator.

"Stay still for me."

Jax slid his hands over her thighs, slowly moving up to the edge of the dark green dress. He pulled the fabric upward, centimeter by centimeter, first revealing the light green lace hugging her hips, then her smooth stomach, and finally her breasts trapped under the bra. The dress fabric passed over her head and ended in a heap on the floor.

"Perfect. Just like I imagined."

He caressed the edge of her bra with his thumbs before snapping the clasp open. The lace gave way, and her breasts sprang free. Jax took a nipple between his lips, sucking hard, while pinching the other without mercy. Anya arched her back, saliva running down the corners of her mouth from the gag, soaking her chin.

"That’s it... just like I want, drooling for me."

He kissed down her sternum to her navel, and with his teeth hooked the strap of the tiny thong. He slowly dragged it down, enjoying the elastic giving over her thighs, until it was fully free. Jax let it fall to the side and opened her inner thighs with his palms, taking in her naked, trembling, and submissive body.

"Hands up, behind your head. Don’t move."

Anya obeyed instantly, her moans muffled by the leather ball. Jax ran his tongue along the curve of her hip, back up to her breasts to nip a nipple with a quick tug, and held the leash firmly, reminding her with a gentle pull who was in charge.

"Good girl. Now, let’s move on to the rest."

Jax lowered his face toward Anya’s crotch, using his hands to explore her vagina while continuing to suck her avidly. She babbled and moaned behind the leather ball, arching her back, trembling with every touch.

[Rhythmic Lunar Pulse] made every centimeter vibrate, and soon her first orgasm came, her body convulsing on the bed.

Without stopping, Jax lifted her slightly, placing a firm hand on her hip, and began licking her ass while continuing to pleasure her vagina with the other hand. Anya moaned and babbled louder, writhing as the pulse made her come again.

Jax didn’t lose the rhythm. Carefully, he inserted two fingers into her ass while continuing to suck her vagina. Each movement activated the [Rhythmic Lunar Pulse], turning every thrust of his tongue and fingers into a new orgasm, her body vibrating, moaning, and babbling relentlessly.

Jax looked at her, her body trembling on the bed, babbling and drooling, nearly powerless. He smiled maliciously as he positioned his erection at her entrance. With a slow, firm push, he penetrated her warm, wet vagina. Anya moaned and babbled louder, arching her back as the [Rhythmic Lunar Pulse] made every inch of her inside vibrate.

Each thrust caused uncontrollable jolts, her body shaking and convulsing with multiple orgasms. She babbled nonstop, her trembling hands grasping for any support while Jax maintained a steady, slow but deep rhythm, ensuring every movement drove her to the maximum.

Finally, with one last push and an intense wave of pleasure thanks to the [Rhythmic Lunar Pulse], Anya reached her final climax. Her body relaxed completely, collapsing onto the bed, exhausted and trembling, her breathing ragged and her skin flushed.

Jax leaned over her, caressing her hair gently as he whispered:

"Today, I’ll forgive you..."

He held her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her completely surrendered and utterly spent body.

Jax let out a soft sigh and began undoing what he had prepared. First, he calmly removed the leash from her neck, then the blindfold, and finally the leather ball that had kept her mouth open and wet throughout the session. A thread of saliva clung to her chin, proof of how intense her surrender had been.

Carefully, he rolled her on the bed, unclasped the cuffs, and massaged her wrists a bit to relieve the red marks left behind. Anya barely reacted, a soft babble escaping her lips as he tucked her into the sheets.

He covered her slowly, caressing her face and her sweat-soaked hair. He watched her for a moment longer, observing her chest rising and falling, completely spent and beautiful in her surrender.

"Rest, little one," he murmured with a half-smile, planting a kiss on her forehead.

He stood up, stretched his shoulders, and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the steam begin to fill the room, while in his mind, the faint echoes of Anya’s muffled moans and trembling body under his control still resonated.