Vaggie The Moth Babe

Chapter 29: Bound by Desire

With a soft but determined click, Vaggie secured Charlie's wrists to the bedposts, the angelic handcuffs glowing faintly against her skin. Charlie's heart raced, her breathing already heavy with anticipation. The cuffs were firm but not painful, their magic humming with an ethereal energy that seemed to heighten her senses. She felt exposed, vulnerable—but in the most thrilling way.

Vaggie stood back for a moment, admiring the sight before her. Charlie, the Princess of Hell, bound to the bed, her golden hair spilling across the pillows like a halo. Her chest heaved with each breath, and her eyes, wide and full of desire, locked onto Vaggie's with a silent plea.

Slowly, deliberately, Vaggie stepped closer, her fingers ghosting over Charlie's collarbone. She could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's body, the electric tension that crackled between them. With a slow, sensual movement, Vaggie began to unbutton Charlie's shirt, her fingers deftly working through each button.

Charlie's breath hitched as more and more of her pale skin was revealed, the fabric of her shirt slipping away to expose her delicate lace underwear. She shivered slightly, the cool air brushing against her skin, but it wasn't the cold that made her tremble—it was the anticipation. Her body was aching for Vaggie's touch, her mind spinning with the possibilities of what might come next.

"Please..." Charlie whispered, her voice breathless, eyes half-lidded with desire. "Be hot... and hard on me."

Vaggie's lips curled into a wicked smile, her hands pausing just below Charlie's breasts. "Oh, princesa," she purred, her voice low and teasing. "You really want me to be hard on you?" She leaned in, her lips brushing against Charlie's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You want me to make you beg?"

Charlie let out a soft moan, her hips shifting slightly, trying to close the gap between them. "Yes..." she breathed, her eyes pleading. "I want it... I want you."

Vaggie's hands slid down Charlie's torso, tracing the curves of her body with agonizing slowness. She was taking her time, savoring every moment, every inch of her princess. "You've been such a naughty heart-stealer," Vaggie murmured, her lips trailing down Charlie's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. "You need to be punished."

Charlie's moans grew louder as Vaggie's hands wandered lower, her fingers tracing the edge of her lace panties. "Please, Vaggie..." she whimpered, her voice strained with need. "I need you."

Vaggie's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she slid her hand just beneath the fabric, teasing Charlie with featherlight touches. "You'll get what you deserve," she whispered, her lips brushing against Charlie's ear. "But not until you beg for it."

Charlie gasped, her body arching off the bed as Vaggie's touch ignited her senses. "I'm begging..." she panted, her voice trembling. "Please... don't stop."

With a smirk, Vaggie pulled back just enough to look down at her lover, her hand still hovering just above the place where Charlie needed her most. "You'll get everything you want, princesa," she said, her voice dripping with promise. "But first, I'm going to make you work for it."

And with that, Vaggie descended, her lips and hands beginning their slow, torturous journey across Charlie's body, leaving her princess helpless and begging for release.