Leanna-Chapter 199: [Foreplay]

[Estela’s POV]

[Foreplay]

Since this is going to be the first time we will do it, I’ll be lenient towards you, Zhander.

Tehehehehe.

I grabbed some cuffs, a string, a feather, a gag strap, and unwrapped a small jelly size ball. I squeezed the ball, and it instantly went cold.

I smirked.

I had all this stuffs with me, preparation when Zhander and I finally do it, and finally –– we are going to do it!

I didn’t actually have experience in using this stuffs, but I have a general idea of what to do.

Thanks to the Internet.

Since this is already happening, might as well go all out.

I grabbed a pair of white lingerie that hid nothing. I put the thin, flimsy fabric on and checked my appearance.

Tehehehehe~! If this doesn’t turn you on –– I don’t know what will.

Satisfied and oozing with confidence, I sashayed out of the closet and into the bedroom for Zhander to gawk at.

He gulped many times as his eyes stared at my nakedness without blinking.

I climbed the bed and crawled my way to him.

"E-Estela . . ."

He didn’t seem to know what to say when I tied his hands with the cuffs, tying his hands and legs apart on the bedpost.

"W-what’re you doing?"

Zhander’s voice was a mixture of surprise, astonishment, anxiousness, fear, and excitement all in one.

I licked my lips and grinned.

"E-Estela!"

His voice was frantic when I pulled the gag strap and slid it into his mouth. His futile resistance was ineffective since he was paralyzed. I gagged him, and his eyes bulged.

When everything was set, I released him from his paralysis.

"Tehehehehe~! Don’t worry, Zhander. If you’ll obediently let me do you . . . I promise to be gentle."

I mimicked his words, and I wiped away the drool from my lips while my eyes ogled at his naked, chained submissive self.

Time for the long years’ worth of punishment.

Tehehehehehe~!

"Nghh!"

His body jerked at the first contact of the feather against his skin.

I couldn’t stop myself after hearing his groans.

I kneeled by his side, feasting at his body before I trailed the feather all over his toned heaving chest.

"Nrgh!"

He jerked, avoiding the feather, but it was all in vain as all his limbs were tied against the bedpost. His back arched when the feather circled his nipple. I couldn’t resist a giggle at his angry, annoyed, and astonished face.

I knew he was angry.

Zhander was a prideful man, so imagine someone was doing this ’humiliating thing’ to him even though it was me –– I’m sure he’s angry.

But I didn’t care.

All those negative energies burst out, and I have enough of restraining already. It was alright if he was angry. He would forgive me, anyway.

"OH! Right, I forgot!"

I exclaimed when my feather trailed to his abdomen. I grabbed the string and smiled at him.

The anger in his eyes was replaced with fear, helplessness, and pleading at the sight of the innocent thread, for he knew exactly what I was about to do with it.

Tehehehehe~! Oh Zhander, Zhander. Your pleading, helpless face only turns me on.

Now I knew how Zhander felt when he was attacking me at that time when I lost my memories.

Watching someone I love being helpless, submissive, and pleading before me, it sure sent a new kind of thrill and excitement, tickling from the very tip of my hair down to my curling toes.

I bit my lip, repressing my smile as I tied the string on his thick, hard shaft, so even if he wanted to come, he wouldn’t be able to. I knew it was going to be painful and, at the same time, pleasurable for him.

I read it on the net.

"Nrgh! Mrhg!"

He tried to shift his body to avoid my hands so I wouldn’t be able to tie the strings, but his actions were all fruitless.

"Zhander, don’t resist. If you resist, I’ll put a mask on your eyes, and poke your balls with needles, and shove a vibrator in your ass," I threatened.

Zhander’s eyes bulged with a ’don’t you dare’ kind of expression on his face.

I smirked and challenged his gaze.

"Try me."

He stopped moving.

I smiled in triumph and patted his head. "Good boy, Zhander."

Zhander grunted as he closed his eyes in frustration, which I just laughed it off.

"Zhander, don’t be angry. Just enjoy what I’m about to do to you, K~?"

I cooed and grabbed the cold squishy jelly ball, and roamed it all over his body. He jerked and arched with every touch of the ball. I ran the cold jelly to his nipples, tracing it around and around before gliding it to his abdomen.

"Oh!"

I gasped when his fully erect penis swayed like it was dancing when the ball grazed his swollen pinkish tip.

I smiled in smugness at Zhander, which the latter shifted his head with reddened cheeks, looking all embarrassed.

I was hyperventilating now when I caress the cold jelly against his shaft, occasionally grazing his tip. His constant gasps, moans, and groans sent waves of heat after heat inside me that accumulated between my thighs.

His body was continually jerking, and he was groaning nonstop, trying to say something while layers and layers of sweat covered his whole physique. It was like his lungs and throat would scar from the way he breathed for air in hoped it would alleviate some of his aches.

He must be nearing the peak of his arousal. Nonetheless, I tortured him nonstop, not letting him get away. Determined to take my revenge for the long years of waiting and restraining.

Finally, he couldn’t take the pleasure and pain anymore as he shook his head in violent motion while closing his eyes tight as I bent down and sucked his nipples while my hands stroked his shaft with the cold ball.

"Zhander, do you want to come?" I asked, voice innocent as I tilted my head to the side, looking all concerned.

Zhander didn’t care about his image anymore as he nodded his head, eyes begging me for release.

Any man at this point would actually break, it was a miracle that Zhander lasted this long.

His tolerance is admirable.

I circled my finger on his nipple while my other hand didn’t stop rubbing the ball against his throbbing cock.

"Hmmm . . . I don’t know . . ."

I put my forefinger on my chin as I pretended to think. Then a smile spread across my face as an idea popped in my head.

"Zhander, how about this. If you can make me come, then I’ll release the strings."

I looked at him, full of expectations.

Zhander was bewildered, but the throbbing pain of his cock was enough for him to agree.

I clapped my hands in delight.

I removed my flimsy lingerie and purposely turned my back at him as I bent down and removed the see-through fabric. Making sure he could see my naked butt and wet, aching needy sex.

I giggled when he groan.

Zhander must have thought I would release his hand so he could do me, instead he was surprised when I released the gag in his mouth.

"Estela––ump!"

I didn’t let him finish his words when I straddled him, positioning my bottom on his mouth while my head hovered inches away from his full erection.

Tehehehehe! I always wanted to try this six-fucking-nine position.

"Nrgh!"

Zhander tried to say something between my thighs, and my blood boiled. My body jolted from the tingling electricity all the way up to my brain at the sudden friction caused by his lips against my wet core.

It was ticklish and pleasurable that I unconsciously pressed my aching sex harder against his lips.

"Zhander, less talking and more foreplay, please~. Or else––"

I hung my sentence as I glanced at him with threat.

Zhander paused, and with an aggrieved, helpless face, he separated my petals with his tongue as he licked my flesh.

"Agh . . ."

I couldn’t help but moan and gasp unceasingly at the pleasured heat brought by the movement of his tongue.

He is skilled.

I wanted more.

Without a second thought, I gripped his cock tight and guided it into my mouth. I only realized how big he was against my mouth. With his size, I couldn’t exactly fit him all inside. Thus, my hands gripped and caressed what remained of his shaft, working together with my tongue as I rubbed his balls and sucked him dry.

I could even felt his cock pulsating inside my mouth.

It turned me on.

Gasp, moans, and occasional groans filled the room as our actions became more fierce.

Zhander was ruthless as he bit my clit and plunged his tongue inside, in and out, curling and licking my sensitive spot, and I spasmed.

I knew he wanted to come. I felt it in his merciless actions.

Even though I wanted to torture him some more, I lost myself when my body jerked when he bit and sucked my clit –– hard.

My body quaked while his body trembled, and we groaned in ecstasy.

I plunged his cock inside my mouth as deep as I could while he thrust his hips, hitting my throat. I untied his strings, and like an orchestrated dance –– we came together in each other’s mouth.

Thick, salty liquids filled my mouth, and I gulped it all down. Zhander did the same, sucking me for more before licking me clean.

I almost choked when his penis hadn’t the slightest bit of intention to stop releasing inside my mouth.

Wow, he must have been so aroused to the point of breaking.

Eventually, I couldn’t take much as I was suffocating while my throat was burning, couldn’t catch up to his release. I pulled my mouth and greedily gulped his cum before licking away any remaining sperm.

I giggled at the sight of his cock, spurting cum, still throbbing like it was dancing.

Such a fun toy to play with.

I raised my body away from him and settled my panting self by his side. Zhander’s eyes were hazy as he, too, was gasping for air. His face was flushed while some of my secretions were still on his face.

He seems so worn out.

I couldn’t exactly blame him since he was tortured to the point of insanity after all.

"Tehehehehe! Zhander, are you alright?"

I was in an excellent mood. My long years of frustrations gone, and my perverted self was finally satisfied.

Zhander didn’t say anything as he remained silent while he closed his eyes tight.

Feeling a bit guilty for what I did, I released the cuffs from his hands and feet.

Zhander was quiet still, but he now opened his eyes and slowly got up and sat on the bed while I stared at his serious face. He wiped off the remaining cum from his face with the back of his palm as he continued to remain silent while his knuckles rested on his lips.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

It was a moment that he remained noiseless with an unreadable look on his face.

"Z-Zhander . . . ?"

I called, but he refused to speak or even meet my eyes.

Oh, dear. Did I overdo it?

"Zhander––gasp!"

Zhander pushed me on the bed and straddled me while pinning my hands above my head.

He was calm, yet his pupils were constricting. "You dare do those things to me?" he hissed.

He turned me around, and with his strength, he easily separated my hands, cuffing each one of them against the bedpost. Then he gripped my waist, boring his fingers on my hips as he raised my butt, on my knees, exposing my ass to him in full view.

. . .

. . .

Oh~! Punishment time! Tehehehehe!