Sexy Sect Babes Two: Chapter Eight (Patreon)

Ren hadn’t truly known what she’d been expecting to see when she entered the heretofore inaccessible western wing of the Compound.

Yet more scrolls on cultivation for her to learn? Some strange new spirit beast for her to command? Her master nude, drizzled in honey and ready to be ravished?

…Admittedly, the last one had always been an unlikely option given his seemingly prudish nature, but a girl could always hope.

She had not however, been expecting this.

“Well, what do you think?”

Were it any other man, Ren might have said his tone was almost sheepish as he gestured at the room around him.

And what a room it was.

Wide and expansive, it was covered wall to wall with crimson silk curtains in what was clearly an attempt to give the interior a less utilitarian feel. Despite the fabric’s presence, Ren could still easily see the bare stonework that pervaded the rest of the compound poking through in places. The ceiling likewise was left unadorned, though a number of lights had been placed there.

The interior was dimmer than it should have been, with the strange artificial orbs of her master giving off less than a third of the illumination of which she knew they were capable. Perhaps the candles strewn across the room were an attempt to make up for that deficit, but all they really did was make her worry that the curtains nearby were in danger of going up in smoke at any moment.

Still, overall theme the room was going for – that of some debauched Imperial scion’s pleasure chamber - was clear, and thus Ren could have forgiven all of the questionable design choices on displaydisplayer… were it not for the fact that where a bed should have sat stood… something else.

“It’s nice,” she lied, determinedly tearing her gaze away from what appeared to be some manner of peculiar seat-cum torture device.

Despite everything else, it was actually rather cute how relieved her master was as he visibly sagged. “Really?”

“Yes, it’s very… ambient,” she continued. “I might perhaps make a few small changes myself, but I appreciate the intent.”

Or she thought she did. Had the room contained a bed, she might well have danced a jig.

“Though I have to ask…” She trailed off leadingly as she gazed at the mass of leather and steel sat in the center of the room.

All the tension that had seemingly leaked out of her master flowed back in again as he stood up straight, eyes flitting between her and the device. He was clearly trying to gauge her mood, and as such Ren obliged him by keeping her gaze politely interested.

Finally, he took a deep breath, one that Ren easily recognized as the beginnings of someone preparing themselves to begin a well-rehearsed speech.

“I am a man of very distinct tastes,” he began. “Ones I know that not every woman will share. This in part has been why I have been so reticent in returning your interest.”

Ren’s ears twitched as she processed that.

“But not An’s?” She kept her voice calm and free of judgement.

And to his credit, Jack didn’t flinch. He was clearly prepared for the question.

“An is weaker than you,” he said instantly. “Which is pertinent to me.”

Despite knowing in part that the man was clearly just buttering up, Ren’s chest flared with pride at his words. She was stronger after all. The cat might have been irritatingly hard to catch with that damnably glaive of hers, but Ren’s sword invariably came out on top on those occasions she managed to corner the other woman.

Which was about fifty percent of the time…

“As a result,” her master continued. “My… peculiarities had little bearing on my relations with her.”

Ren’s brow furrowed. “But they do when it comes to me.”

“They do, because I like to be the dominant partner in the bedroom.” He paused. “Physically.”

The dog-woman’s confusion only grew. Was he saying he was weaker than her? He was a hidden master. He defeated an Instinctive cultivator whose power was on par, if not superior, to that of a Sect Leader. Her created an entire Compound in a day using his…

She paused as a realization hit her. Her master created the compound she dwelled in. He had worn armor for the fight with Cui. His greatest tools were not weapons, but spirit beasts yoked to his will.

Her master was not a warrior. His skills lay elsewhere. And while he could fight, it was not his body but the tools that he commanded that were his greatest assets.

…Was it any surprise then that he might feel… outclassed in a battle between the sheets?

Yes, she could see why such an idea might be galling for a man who towered over others in every other aspect of his life.

“And this… device will give you the ability to act as the dominant one in any interactions between us?” Once more she kept her voice devoid of any judgement as she looked at the peculiar chair with new eyes.

Truth be told, she wasn’t that bothered. A need for control was hardly amongst the most peculiar fetishes her master might have held. She’d heard of far worse in her time in the Jade Pavilion.

Actually, from what he’s saying, my former master and he would get along swimmingly, she thought as she quietly determined to never let them meet.

At least, in any kind of intimate fashion.

Across from her, the foreign man nodded. “It would.”

She smiled. Yes, she could work with this – and she’d have suffered a lot worse if it meant she could finally get laid. To be honest, some small part of her was annoyed that her master hadn’t brought this up to her sooner.

Still, perhaps this could work in her favor? By accepting his ‘shameful secret’ without complaint, she would elevate herself in his regard.

With those words in mind, she strode past him to the device, moving confidently, but not commandingly. Keeping her eyes on his own, she ran a few delicate fingers across the leather armrest of the chair.

“In that case, this Delan Ren would be delighted if the great master would show his ignorant apprentice how it functioned?”

Some part of her grated at being forced to act so… infantile, but it was only a small part. It was just an act, and the two of them were in private.

Across from her, Master Johansen smiled broadly, some of his usual gregarious confidence leaking back into his posture.

“Before we begin.” He raised a finger. “We should set boundaries.”

Ren cocked her head in confusion. What need had they of boundaries?

“If you, at any point, want me to stop, you should use a safeword.”

She pursed her lips. “Safeword?”

He nodded. “Something you’d never use during pillow talk or in the throes of passion. Something long and perhaps a little odd.”

As intrigued as she was by the idea of ‘throes of passion’ she couldn’t help but feel a little insulted that he felt the need to give her an out if things got too ‘much’.

Just because she was a merchant didn’t mean she wasn’t a cultivator! Anything the cat could endure so could she. More even.

“Pancake would do I suppose.” She decided to oblige him anyway, with a word that no one would ever associate with sex.

“Pancake,” he echoed with an approving nod. “Sounds good.”

Gratified that they could now finally get down to what she’d been waiting for, she leaned towards him. “Now, how about we-”

“Silence.”

The words came so suddenly and with such a commanding tone that Ren went instantly still, heart freezing in her chest.

The man grinned, nodding. “Good, you can obey simple instructions. That means this won’t be entirely a chore.”

The dog-woman’s momentary surprise faded away as rage tooks its place at the idea that being with her could be in any way a chore!? She was five times the woman that scrawny cat he’d been screwing could ever be!

Ignorant, or perhaps fully aware of her outrage at the insinuation that she was somehow lacking, the man strode up to her, eyes roaming over her dress.

“Strip.”

The simple command caught her off guard.

“Did you not hear me, I said to get those tawdry rags off you.” He sighed. “Perhaps I was too quick to think this might be enjoyable.”

Fresh irritation – and another emotion she couldn’t quite identify – rose up inside her, even as she starting undoing the sash on her robes. She’d show him!

Soon enough, both her outer and inner clothes were piled around her feet and she stood utterly nude in the center of the room.

Yet, as her master’s gaze swept imperiously over her, from her ample breasts to the golden fuzz above her cleft, she felt a feeling she had not felt in years.

Anxiety.

She had honestly forgotten what it was like. She was well accustomed to being nude before others, in the bath or while getting dressed, but the people who looked upon her in those situations were servants. Mortals, both men and women, who were beneath her consideration.

She had not been… judged by anyone she considered either an equal or a superior in… well, since she was an aspirant.

Did… did he like what he saw? She didn’t know – and the thought sent her heart racing. As did the way his expression remained utterly impassive as he regarded her nude form. Her skin tingled as his gaze swept across it. The cool castle air on her hardening nipples felt so much more pronounced mere moments ago.

Almost of their own volition, her arms moved to cover them, one dipping to shield the area between her legs.

“Stop.” Her hands froze, the tingling sensation only growing stronger as they dipped back to her side.  “Don’t move unless I tell you to. I want to see what I’m working with here.”

She moved to nod, only to stop as she realized that would require moving.

After a second, her master seemed to nod, happy with her acquiescence. “Good girl.”

Something in her core ached at those words. She didn’t know why. She was just playing along with his desires. Why had her body suddenly become so hypersensitive?

She didn’t get anymore time to think on it as Jack continued to circle her, disappearing from her frozen gaze as he slipped behind her.

“Eep!”  The sound that emitted from her throat was most indignified, but she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t been expecting two hands to just… palm her breasts from behind.

“I said to be silent,” her master whispered in her ear.

Anything she might have said was silenced as she was forced to stifle another ‘eep’ as a two powerful fingers twisted her hypersensitive right nipple painfully.

…Yet it wasn’t all pain. The sensation also sent lightning bolts of… something shooting up her spine.

She fumed internally even as she resisted the urge to squirm. What was wrong with her body!?

"Whatever your other failings, your tits are rather exquisite.”

Yes, they were, though she didn’t appreciate how crudely he’d put it. She was a cultivator of the profound realm, not a common bar-room whore.

And what other failings!?

She couldn’t ask the questions she wanted to ask though, as the presence behind her disappeared, and with them the heated mauling of her breasts. Instead, her master moved in front of her, gesturing to the chair.

“Sit."

She hesitated for a moment, discomfited by his boorish behavior and wondering what he was going to do with her - before she reminded herself that she needed to play along. To obey. She needed to think less.

Settling into the peculiar chair-like device, she noted that the frame was built from polished steel that had been heavily reinforced. So much so that she had little doubt that even with her prodigious strength, she wouldn’t even be able to make it bend once she was strapped in.

The thought of that was… peculiar to her senses.

“Hands here.”

She did as he asked, placing her wrists upon the arm rests, where he fastened them in via the application of two thick metal clamps. To her surprise though, she found that the underside of the metal was lined with a soft leathery material.

Was that to keep her from accidentally hurting herself if she strained against her restraints? The thought actually brought her some comfort, the leather a reminder that ultimately this was a game.

Still, the blonde flushed a little her master guided her feet into the stirrups, before locking them in place in the same way as her arms, leaving her totally immobilized.

Now confident that her bonds were as secure as he could make them, the foreign man stepped back, looking her over. Once more, the feeling of those eyes upon her nude and defenseless body left her feeling bizarrely vulnerable and exposed. A sensation that only redoubled as he reached forward to brush a hand across her thigh.

"Not bad. Not bad at all,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

Then his palms dove forwards, hands delving into the yielding flesh of her breasts. He was not shy in mauling them, Ren’s spine arching off the backrest as he kneaded and squeezed at the sensitive flesh. She squeaked a little as he pinched her sensitive nipples, watching lecherously as the voluptuous cultivator bucked and writhed under his touch.

He leaned over the chair, plunging one of her erect nipples into his mouth. She felt his tongue lash at it it, trapping it between his lip and his teeth as he tweaked and teased, her toes curling under his ministrations.

She could do nothing but endure it. Despite all her power. Her cultivation. She was defenseless. A mere plaything for the man across from her.

It should have been galling – yet for some reason her loins ached at the thought.

Her master released her abused and reddened nipple from his mouth as his hands began to roam lower. She lurched and gasped as his powerful fingers delicately traced across her firm stomach, the toned muscles there evidence of a lifetime of training as a martial artist. Then she gasped again as his fingers slid between her thighs.

“So wet,” he murmured as his fingers found the large puddle pooling there.

Ren looked away, ashamed by her complete lack of control over her body, yet for some bizarre reason, that shame only seemed to make her body more heated.

His fingers danced delicately over the heated and soaked petals of her outer lips, before – much to her disappointment – he pulled back.

It was all the merchant woman could do not to let out a small whine of disappointment, which to her growing shame, he quickly noticed.

“Oh, is that a complaint?” he asked.

For just a moment, she was tempted to cast aside the game and request – no, demand – that he return and finish what he started.

…Perhaps she could goad him by insulting his manhood? Demand he prove himself by ravishing her? Or she could-

“Say a single word and we’re finished here. I commanded you to be silent.” His blue eyes bored into her own as they stared at each other, a silent battle of wills going on between them.

In the end, she was the first to look away.

“Good,” he chuckled. “Though I wouldn’t be too disappointed. I think you’ll rather enjoy this.”

Curious, Ren looked up, her eyes widening as they landed on what he now held in his hands.

It was some kind of glistening white rod made of what almost looked like ivory. Nine inches at least, it was smooth and rounded, with an undeniably familiar shape.

She knew it for what it was immediately. Pleasure aids were not unknown to most cultivators. Rather, given the dearth of men, they were incredibly common – if not much discussed.

Ren certainly had one of her own. One that saw frequent use, and even now sat hidden amongst her private belongings back at her estate.

Hers was certainly a lot smaller than the massive club held her by her master though.

She didn’t want it. She wanted him. A real flesh and blood man.

She almost opened her mouth to argue, before a single raised eyebrow from her master had her reign in the impulse.

She wasn’t in control here. She had to remind herself of that. She just had to lie back and let whatever happened… happen.

…Why did that thought excite her so?

“Good girl,” her master chuckled, his base baritone sending shivers racing through her form.

She shivered again as he pressed the surprisingly cool material of its head against her heated outer lips. The sensation of the flared head on her skin contrasted heavily with the heat that radiated from her.

“Good girl,” he murmured, before he began to push.

There was a moment of resistance, and before the head of the faux-penis slid inside her, spreading her wide open. It was large. Much larger than anything she’d ever used before, and  her passage contracted reflexively as it attempted to close around it Instantly, her nerves came alight as even the slightest friction on her inner walls made them sing.

She opened her mouth in a silent wail, straining against her restraints as she writhed, every tiny movement making the enormous phallus rub and grind against her over-stuffed pussy. The damn thing was digging into her most sensitive spots simply by virtue of its size.

“Good girl,” Jack whispered for a third time, the words sending a ripple of pleasure through her. “There’s still a little more to go though before it’s all in. You can handle it though can’t you? My big tough cultivator?”

She wanted to. She wanted to prove she could. To be his big girl.

…But she felt so full.

Whatever her thoughts on the matter though, they were irrelevant. She was powerless to stop him as he continued to pushed the thing deeper into her, the bulbous head unrelenting as it spread her inner folds apart.

Her thighs trembled as she strained against her restraints, her excitement running in rivulets around the shaft of the intruder before pooling on the chair beneath her.

Then it was in. The monster phallus had somehow managed to fit all the way inside her.

The dog-woman had just a moment to enjoy the sense of accomplishment, before Jack started pulling it back again. This time she did squeal as shovel-like head scraped against her velvet insides, her flowing juices lubricating its retreat.

Her squeal turned into a low mewl as every nerve that the monstrous organ grazed blazed like a bonfire. It was almost unbearable, the sensation so intense that it was almost painful.

Yet now, devoid of the massive intruder, she found she felt… empty.

Which was when Jack forced it back inside. His thrust slow and deep, as he drove the ivory shaft deeper into the blonde’s body.

She wanted to badly to buck, though whether to thrust forward or pull away she knew not, but she couldn’t. She was a mere passenger on this ride. She could only sit back and let her master do what he willed.

It was… both terrifying and oddly freeing.

Her entire lower body felt numb, save for the feeling of the toy inside her. She shuddered as he withdrew again, grinning sadistically as her body convulsed, sweat dripping from the overloaded cultivator’s form.

"How does it feel?"

"B-Big," she gasped.

Her back arched as he thrust it inside her once more, her inner walls staining to contain its size as they pulled taut around the invader. It was such an odd blend of pleasure and pain, to be so stuffed, yet so full.

"Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

She made to answer, she clamped her mouth shut, face beet red as she tried to hide both her lust and shame.

He thrust the dildo deep into her tender passage once more, and she yelped, her thighs quivering.

"Tell me.”

She remained silent but for her labored breathing and the small squeeks she emitted as he twisted the faux phallus inside her.

“Tell me!”

“I like it!” she screamed. “I like being told what to do! Being powerless. Not having to think or act proper. Not having to plan everything. Just… letting you be in charge.”

She actually surprised herself as he voiced ideas she certainly had not been cognizant of.

“Good girl," he whispered once more. “Why do you like it?”

She whimpered as he pulled back on the dildo, despite the way her pussy pulled at it, seemingly refusing to let it go.

The threat was implicit.

"All my life I’ve had to fight to be the best, the smartest, to take charge and be in control of every situation. Now I have no control. I'm just a… plaything for you - and I love it!”

Truth be told, she had never considered it that way before. The pressures that came with her position were just… expected. All cultivators had them. Life was a constant balancing act between growing ones cultivation and managing their political status.

Even when she entered this room, it had been with the understanding that she would need to please and coax her master, lest he refuse to provide his services once more. It was simply a battle of a different sort, if more enjoyable than most.

Yet now, here in this chair… she could relax. She could rest easy. Let her guard down. Jack was in charge and she simply had to do as he asked and reap the rewards of her unthinking service.

It was paradoxically freeing.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he murmured.

She gasped as he began to move the phallus inside her once more. Every inch of her skin tingled with pleasure and her insides ached as they clamped down on the intruder. The shovel like head pressed against her silken walls, pushing against her folds as it sawed in and out, applying pressure to her her sweet spots by simple virtue of its enormous size.

She felt so full!

She could actually feel the thing bulging out from beneath her flat stomach. This artificial organ was bumping against her deepest reaches, spreading her wide open like nothing before had.

"Are you ready to cum now?" Her masted peered down at her, grey eyes flinty and unyielding as they gazed into her own.

"Y-yes," she gasped, "please"

He obliged her.

"Aargh!" She bucked, straining against her metals bonds as her powerful muscles bulged beneath her damp skin.

The phallus thrust fast and deep as spasms wracked her body. Her excitement practically gushed out around the replica organ's girth as it dribbled down her thighs. She actually felt light headed, stars forming before her eyes as she tried and failed to arc her back. Instead she could do little more than ride the wave of insecapable pleasure rippling through her heaving form.

Wave after wave of euphoria tore through the cultivator woman, her eyes watered with unspent emotion as her body hovered between ecstasy and agony. She had never felt like this before. So unrestrained. So free.

All the while the toy pounded away at her insides, her master milking her orgasm for every bit it was worth.

When it was finally done, she fell back into her seat, spent and exhausted. She actually winced, her pussy just a little oversensitive as her master pulled the mammoth member from her abused cunt, long strands of her fluids clinging viscously to the shaft.

She could certainly have done without the slightly audible popping sound it made, though in that moment, she found she didn’t care.

Her master knew what she was. His to use and abuse. If he had issue with her, he would make it known.

And she would correct it.

It was just that simple.

There was no need to second guess herself. She simply needed to do what he asked and reap the rewards of her obedience.

Blearily, she watched through half lidded eyes as her master casually tossed the dildo aside, the thing making an audible clink as it clattered across the stone floor. That done, he started to strip down.

The sight was certainly enticing, his powerful muscle rippling across his broad chest as he moved. Yet, she felt too… spent to desire to act on this new stimuli. Her pussy wasn’t exactly loose after the battering it had just received… but it was certainly less taut than it had been.

The muscles that comprised it were no more immune to the bone deep jelly sensation that pervaded her exhausted and limp body than anywhere else.

Which was why her gaze widened in something approaching, not quite concern, but something close as her master’s powerful member came into view. Angry and throbbing, it was clearly primed and ready to enjoy her,

Which was fine. She was her master’s to do with as he wished.

The thought sent a small thrill of pleasure through her tired form.

***

Operation anti-melon crusher was working like a charm.

With his partner for the evening suitably tuckered out, he was reasonably sure he wasn’t about to insert his poor Johnson into an industrial press.

Probably.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he had started with the dildo. Jack knew he was not a small man. Not above. Not below. That wasn’t ego talking. That was a fact.

And as he felt the first pulsing of the chemical cocktail he’d just injected enter his bloodstream, he knew he would not be gentle.

He certainly hadn’t been gentle with An. And that was something he’d regretted afterward – even if he’d been the one to come off worse from that exchange. While she’d not said anything at the time or after the fact, it was clear she’d been struggling not to limp the next day.

…That wasn’t something he took much pride in. At his size, leaving a girl limping wasn’t hard to do. Supernaturally strong or not.

So he’d done his best to ‘prep’ Ren before he got to work with his own tool. Before he took a chemical cocktail that would leave his judgment skewed at best. He’d since lowered the dosage compared to that first time, but he knew he still wouldn’t be firing on all pistons.

…Still, watching the beautiful merchant cum like that had gotten him more riled up than he’d been anticipating. A situation that wasn’t being helped by the slightly drowsy, yet all too smoldering, look she was giving him.

His stoic persona was slipping.

Ren flinched slightly as his rock hard member slid over her soaked outer lips. Despite that, she mewled happily, enjoying the sensation of his hardness sliding across her softness.

It was all he could do not to lose it then and there. He’d noted it before, but this only confirmed it; her skin was like satin. Soft, smooth and oh so inviting. Oh, and she was hot. The heat coming off her cunt was like a furnace. All he wanted to do was bury himself deep into her soft, hot, wetness.

Fortunately for him, she knew what he wanted. Even in her role as submissive, she managed to play along. He felt her shift her weight as she attempted to press against him, shimmying forward as best as her restraints would allow, a cute pout upon her lips.

It was so unbelievably sexy.

Burying his face into her chest, his drug addled mind marveled at her feminine scent as he breathed deeply between her ample cleavage.

All the while, his erection continued to slide tantalizingly against her cunt. He continued to thrust, rubbing against it, the sensation of his member sliding against her pouty outer lips was oh so wonderfully slippery. Her excitement coated his glans, thick globs of warm syrupy fluid, passing from her to him as he rolled his hips.

His hands roamed across her luscious body, marveling in the the wide curve of her hips as she lay there, his fingers sinking deep into her plush flesh. Certainly, like An, Ren was lean, her powerful body that of a premier martial artist. Underneath his fingers he could feel her sculpted muscles, formed from long hours of practice and dedication.

That was just underneath though. Unlike An, Ren had a soft womanly exterior. Soft feminine flesh that clung to all of the right places. Her thighs were soft and pliant, her ass and hips fully and bouncy, and her tits… they were a man’s dream. Large and yielding, he couldn’t even begin to palm them, soft flesh spilling out from between his fingers when they did.

His hands roamed down towards her ass, interspersing themselves between the chair and her as he took a generous handful of her soft cheeks in each hand. She gasped, almost inaudibly, as he dug his fingers deep into her sensitive flesh, kneading the firm muscle that lay beneath.

Finally, his thrusting stopped, his head positioned perfectly to thrust into her.

Raising his head, he stared deep into Ren’s eyes, and found her blue ones staring back intently. Yet where normally sat the powerful and commanding gaze of a cultivator stood only a soft submissiveness that entreated him to do whatever he wished with her.

It was a heady thing to see.

God damn, he thought. I really didn’t think I’d actually get into this bondage kink stuff.

He thrust.

They both gasped, two beings that for a moment shared a single nervous system as they both froze at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

She was tight. Despite all he’d done to ‘loosen’ her up, it was like he was held in a vice. A soft tight vice that refused to let him go, the walls around his member milking it for all they worth. He could only hope that it felt as good for her as it felt for him.

Slowly, he began to thrust, forcing folds to yield before the unyielding advance of his members. Ren was not a passive observer though. She thrust back as best as her restraints would allow, and he delighted in the way she instinctively rolled her hips, writhing in his embrace. Her bright blue eyes glanced shyly up at him, the young woman coquettishly biting her lip – as if to ask if she were doing a good job?

He kissed her, long tongue snaking out of his mouth to plunder the surprised cultivator’s. It didn’t take long for her to reciprocate, powerful tongue clashing with his own as her pillowy lips pressed against his.

It was an unrestrained wanton thing, her tongue stroking and teasing his as the pair roiled around between them. She coated his inner cheeks with her ardor, he stroked against her palate, she sucked his upper lip. It was a back and forth, a dance between someone intent on dominating and someone content to be dominated. He gripped her more tightly, sliding his hand from the small of her back up to her muscular shoulders, following the deep channel that her definition cut in her spine. Her furry tail wrapped around his leg like a snake, her drawn out kiss filling his head with white light.

Jack could feel his nervous system going into overdrive, the chemicals in his blood and good old fashioned instinct compelling him to put everything he could into his thrusting. It was like every part of the woman beneath him was designed to drive him wild. Her soft inviting cunt, her pliant bountiful tits, the way her hips rose to meet his own, sending loud slaps ringing through theroom.

Sensing that they were both getting close, he redoubled his efforts, fingers coming up to plunge into her breasts, uncaring whether his actions caused her pleasure or pain. Or rather, he knew that at the minute the two were rather one and the same to the woman. Her skin was smooth and damp beneath his fingers as he finally drew back from the kiss, the two all-but gasping for air.

His thrusting reached a fever pitch, a long delayed wave of pleasure crashing over him as he finally succumbed to the burning desire inside him.

Her knees hugged his massive form, as they both quaked, rope after rope of thick creamy cum splashing against her insides. Distantly, Jack heard two ‘clinks’ and suddenly he could feel pressure around his waist, two long powerful legs wrapping around him like a boa constrictor, pulling further and further into Ren’s heated softness.

Holding him in place, her legs and cunt worked together to diligently milk him for all he was worth. Every stroke and twitch seemingly designed to ease out every throb.

He groaned, low and loud, a stark contrast to Ren’s feminine gasps, each of them adrift in the moment.

A moment that seemed to last forever.

Every time that he thought he was spent, she would shift just so and another tremor would seem rip forth from him. By the time he sagged onto her, steam wafting off his skin and utterly spent, he felt like his entire soul had been squeezed out from between his legs.

The two lay there, each struggling to catch their breath. For minutes they just lay there.

“Pancakes.”

What?

“I said pancakes.” With those exhausted words, the crushing grip around his waist loosened, and Jack barely managed to catch himself on ropey arms as he sagged against the chair.

Slowly levering himself, he saw Ren was giving him a tired but well satisfied smile. One he had a feeling was echoed on his own features.

“That was…”

“Interesting?” He finished for her.

She nodded slowly. “I can’t say I’ve ever experienced anything similar.

She seemed to wince as she looked down at her legs, bruises already forming where she had broke the restraints – bruises likely to be echoed on his thighs and back. It seemed he’d need to make more improvements to the ‘chair’ going forward.

Pressing a button on the side of the chair, Ren’s restraints popped open.

“I… I wouldn’t be averse to doing this again.”

In direct contrast to the blushing shyness she showed before, her voice was strong, almost commanding, now. Perhaps that was just the contrast between when they were ‘playing’ or perhaps being a little out of control for a while had left her feeling more in control.

Jack didn’t know – and his brief perusal of a guide on BDSM in preparation for this session was not an adequate background from which to make a judgment.

He didn’t dislike it though. Nor had he disliked the cute submissive Ren that he’d gotten to enjoy just minutes ago.

Both were the same woman. Just different facets.

“I’m glad,” he smiled up at her as he slowly levered himself to his feet. “It’s fun, right?”

“It was.” She actually sounded surprised when she said that. “I had… fun.”

Jack grinned. He’d already kind of known, but this only confirmed it for him; he’d awoken something in the merchant woman here today. Something she’d undoubtedly want to explore further.

And, he’d gotten laid in the process – and wasn’t dying of blood loss afterward!

Yes, this ‘bondage’ thing was definitely something he wanted to explore as well.