𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨: 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩)

Bondage

Artem, bound to the chair with thin red rope, lets out a muffled sound as he attempts to speak through the gag. A long piece of black cloth covers his eyes, blinding him. The chair rattles as he desperately tries to move his limbs, but to no avail. Hearing the sound of my approaching footsteps, he turns his head towards the direction of the noise.

"A-Artem?" I speak out, fumbling my hands across his arms which are tied behind the back of the chair. "How did you end up like this?" I ask, a hint of concern in my voice.

But of course, Artem can't give a reply to my questions, as his mouth is blocked with a gag ball connected with a leather strap. I gently lean in, my chest almost touching his face. As I reach my arms around his head and unlock the gag, Artem flinches. He must've sensed my presence.

The gag drops to the floor as Artem coughs.

"You...you're here?" Artem whispers, sore from having his mouth wide open for so long.

"I'm right here, Artem," I reply softly. I want to comfort him, soothe him, but as I cast my gaze on him, I notice that his normally tidy dress shirt is now wrinkled with several loose buttons. The red rope tied around his torso accentuates the shape of his abs and waist. The rope also secures his ankles to the legs of the chair, making him unable to move.

The perfect senior attorney Artem Wing, who never fails a case and deals with everything in a calm demeanor, is now vulnerable in front of me, covered in glistening sweat.

"A-are you still there?" asks Artem, sounding nervous.

Something overcomes me like an uncontrollable desire.

I slowly walk up to Artem and kneel by his legs. Reaching out my hand, I touch his thigh.

"W-what are you doing?" exclaims Artem, jolting up in surprise.

Leaving no time for hesitation, I slowly inch my hand from Artem's inner thigh to his crotch area, which is gradually tightening up as he gets more aroused. A soft moan is released from Artem's lips.

"Stop...what are you doing? We can't be doing this right now," says Artem pleadingly.

No, this is not enough. This isn't nearly enough.

I take off Artem's leather belt and unzip his suit pants. Moving my hands in a circular motion, I watch his face as he shudders with pleasure.

"Mmm...no, you have to stop," whispers Artem. His cheeks and ears are burning red.

I start gently caressing up and down as his tip makes his underwear wet with precum. Ahh, this is getting dangerous.

I peel his underwear off, revealing his hot length, wet and glistening in the light. I can hear Artem's quick breathing as he looks noticeably embarrassed. Artem looks incredibly lewd, blindfolded in his designer suit, cock throbbing in anticipation.

I push Artem's knees apart and start stroking.

"Nnh!" Artem's deep moans fill the room.

As I tease his cock, I gradually start to speed up. The only thing that I can hear is the stroking sound of wet precum and Artem's staggered breathing.

His length grows bigger and hotter in my hands, signaling that Artem's nearing his climax.

I stop.

"W-why did you stop?" he asks weakly, mind only filled with pleasure. "You can't leave me like this...," pleads Artem. His legs are shaking as he desperately tries to thrust his hips.

Letting his cock twitch in my hands, I tighten my grip and start fapping violently.

"AHhn!" exclaims Artem, releasing countless moans as he melts with pleasure.

I continue rubbing my hand against his tip in a circular motion while using my other hand to stroke relentlessly.

"No! Stop, I'm coming!" Artem's hips and body tremble as he sprays cum over his shirt. His length twitches in excitement from the overstimulation. Artem's voice, hoarse from all of the moaning, fades to a small whimper.

Chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath, Artem leans back in the chair weakly. Sweat drips from his face onto the ground.

"H-how was the roleplay, Artem?" I ask softly.

"It was...a new experience. I do admit enjoying it quite a bit though. Good job, sweetheart," says Artem, his silvery voice resonating in my ears.

I sigh in relief.

"But that damn Celestine, feeding us with weird ideas...," mutters Artem. I can't help but laugh.

Still tied up, cum dirtying his dress shirt, Artem lifts up his head and smiles.

"You know...I'd love to do the same thing to you next time, honey," says Artem flirtingly.