My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 74: Playing With Toys [+18]

Damian entered the room, his eyes darkening with hunger as he took in the sight of Clara. He was already shirtless and only had his black tight black pants that did little to hide the bulge of his thickening cock.

Clara had her back turned on him, giving him a decent view of her butt plug. However, his eyes strayed to the black box on the bed with the label ’Pleasure tools’ boldly written on it. He finally understood why she looked so shy from the beginning.

A mischievous smile bloomed on his face as he asked;

"Can I make you my play thing tonight?"

Clara nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes, Daddy."

Without hesitation, Damian circled her slowly, his fingers trailing over the lace of her bra, then down to the thong. He hooked a finger under the strap and tugged, making the plug shift inside her.

Clara gasped, her pussy clenching at the sensation. Damian smirked and walked up to the box on the bed, pulling out a pair of soft leather cuffs.

"Hands behind your back." He mused and she obeyed without question.

Crossing her wrists at the small of her back. He fastened the cuffs securely, the leather biting just enough to thrill her. With her arms bound, her breasts thrust forward, straining against the bra and making it look slightly bigger than usual.

Damian’s hands roamed freely now, squeezing her tits roughly through the fabric. He pinched her nipples, twisting them until she whimpered.

"These need clamps," he murmured.

From the box, he retrieved silver nipple clamps, each with a chain connecting them. He pushed the bra cups down, exposing her pink nipples, already swollen from his attention.

Clara bit her lip as he attached the first clamp, the sharp bite sending jolts straight to her clit. She moaned when the second one went on, the chain dangling between her breasts. Damian gave it a light tug, making her arch her back.

"Good girl. Now, on your knees." He grinned.

Clara obediently sank to the floor, the plug grinding against her inner walls as she knelt. Damian unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing free, already hard and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back to look up at him.

"Open your mouth." Damain instructed.

Clara parted her lips, and he thrust in without warning, filling her mouth with his length. She gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

"Suck it like you mean it," he ordered, holding her head steady.

Clara hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears forming in her eyes from the effort.

Damian fucked her face steadily, his hips snapping forward. The nipple clamps swayed with each movement, pulling at her sensitive buds and heightening her arousal.

Her pussy throbbed, wetness soaking through the thong. She reached down instinctively, but her bound hands prevented it.

"No touching yourself,’" Damian warned, slapping her cheek lightly. "You’ll cum when I say."

After several minutes, he pulled out, his cock slick and shiny from her mouth.

"Up on the bed, ass in the air."

Clara struggled to her feet with her hands cuffed, then climbed onto the bed on her knees, presenting her ass. The thong was pulled aside, exposing the plug and her dripping pussy.

Damian admired the view, running his hands over her cheeks before delivering a firm spank. The sting made her yelp, but she pushed back for more.

He grabbed a flogger from the box, the suede tails soft yet menacing.

"Count them," he said, trailing the strands over her skin. The first strike landed across her ass, a warm bloom of pain.

Pa!

"One," Clara breathed.

Damain swung again, harder, the tails wrapping around her thigh.

"Two." She moaned loudly.

By the tenth strike, her ass was red and hot, the plug vibrating slightly with each impact. Her pussy lips swelled, aching to be filled.

Damian set the flogger aside and knelt behind her. He gripped the base of the plug and twisted it, making her moan loudly.

"You like that in your ass?" he asked, pushing it in deeper.

"Yes, Daddy," she panted.

Damian pulled the thong off completely, tossing it away, then spread her cheeks wide. His tongue darted out, licking along her pussy from clit to entrance, tasting her juices.

Clara bucked against his face, but he held her hips firm. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while pumping the plug in and out slowly. The dual sensations drove her wild and desperate for more.

"Please, fuck me," she begged.

But not yet.

Damian stood and fetched a vibrating wand from the bag, pressing it against her clit while continuing to work the plug. The vibrations buzzed through her, making her thighs quiver. With her arms bound, she could only take it, her body on fire. ’l

"Don’t cum," he commanded as her breaths came in short gasps.

"I’m trying." She gasped in response.

Damian turned off the wand upon seeing she was at her limit and uncuffed her hands briefly to reposition her.

"On your back, legs spread." Clara hastily flipped over, her clamped nipples aching as she lay down.

Damian recuffed her wrists to the headboard, stretching her arms above her head. Her legs were bound to the bedposts with soft ropes, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable.

Kneeling between her thighs, Damian rubbed his cock along her slit, coating it in her wetness. He was for her but more importantly, he was hungry to hear her beg.

"Beg for it." He demanded while brushing his shaft against her pussy.

"Please, Daddy, fuck my pussy. I need your cock inside me." Clara screamed without restraint.

Satisfied, Damian thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Clara cried out, her walls clenching around his thickness. While he pounded into her relentlessly, the bed creaking under them.

Each thrust jostled the plug in her ass, filling her completely. Damian leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips. He tugged the nipple chain, making her arch off the bed.

"So tight," he grunted, slowing to grind deep inside her.

Damain reached for the vibrator again, pressing it to her clit while he fucked her. The combination was overwhelming and it didn’t take long for Clara’s body to tense.

"Cum for me," he finally allowed, and she shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock, juices squirting out.

Damian didn’t stop, driving through her orgasm until she was oversensitive and writhing. It didn’t take long before her body went limp on the bed, her eyes unfocused while her chest heaved back and forth.

Damian smiled at her condition as he pulled out his cock. His smile widened into a grin as he removed the plug from her ass with a pop.

"Time to fill this hole." He lubed his shaft quickly by rubbing it on her soaked pussy, then pressed the head against her tight ring.

Clara relaxed as much as she could, pushing back. He entered slowly at first, inch by inch, until four inches of his cock was fully seated in her ass.

The stretch burned deliciously, and with her pussy still pulsing from before, it felt incredible. Damian started thrusting, building speed, his balls slapping against her.

He grabbed the flogger again, lightly whipping her inner thighs while he ass-fucked her. The pain mixed with pleasure, pushing her toward another climax.

"Touch your clit," he ordered while uncuffing one hand.

He watched Clara’s fingers fly to her swollen nub, rubbing frantically as he reamed her ass. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, her moans, his grunts.

Damian’s pace soon faltered; he was close.

"Where do you want my cum?" He asked and Clara screamed her response.

"In my ass, Daddy. Fill me up."

With a roar, he slammed deep and erupted, hot spurts coating her insides.

Clara followed seconds later, her fingers bringing her to a shuddering peak.

Damian collapsed over her, and listened to her panting. He removed the clamps gently, soothing her nipples with his mouth, then uncuffed her fully.

They lay tangled, bodies slick with sweat and the afterglow settling in.

"I didn’t know my first anal would be this amazing... I really thought it would be painful and unpleasant." Clara muttered and Damian just smiled.

How is he supposed to explain that she’s enjoying him this much because it’s unnatural. Every touch from him is designed to make her fall for him. Even his cum is comes with several benefits she is unaware of as well as a longing for him.

Damian doubted anyone who has been with him would be able to be with anyone else. While it made him proud, it also made him worry for her.

He was the sin of lust, a prince of hell bound to return to his post. While Hazel assured him, hell is not a scary place as they were made to believe, he wasn’t sure that is a place he would want to take Clara to. Especially with the dangers that came with his new life.

Unable to voice his concerns, he could only pull her tighter into his embrace.